Eurylochus was standing at the edge of the ship, a worried and slightly terrified look on his face. He was certainly questioning the choices Odysseus has made, especially after the cyclops.

But he had to deal with it for the sake of the crew.

Now, the fleet was sailing through the vast ocean, no land within sight. Cronos himself might be the only one who knows when they’ll reach home.

Eurylochus sighed. He was just hoping to survive this trip and get back to Ithaca in one piece.