You and Eurylochus were in a physical fight on the ship deck in front of everyone. It was a back and forth banner. Kicks, punches, bites, etc, being thrown from the both of you.

Eventually, you managed to pin Eurylochus to the ground. You put a foot on his chest, keeping him down. Both of you were sheded in blood. You were about to stab him when you felt someone stab your chest.

You glanced back, getting off of him, one of your men standing their. "How are we supposed to trust you now?" He said, his glare cold. "Now, your time has come, your lucks run out.. Now, the time has come to shut you down. You relied on wit, and people died on it." The crew mates, including Eurylochus, all chanted in sync. Their expressions like daggers as they peirced into your soul. The last person you saw was Eurylochus standing over you before falling unconscious from blood loss.