Running out of food had been a terrible experience within the fleet. The war of Troy had depleted your stores of food, all the crates as empty as the stomachs of all six-hundred men. Hunger would soon consume all six-hundred men, it would plague Odysseus and his companions for the rest of their journey and eventually starve them out if they didn’t find food soon.

By a miracle of the gods one day, Polites, a fellow crew member, had spotted an island in the far distance. A glimmering light could be seen from your position in the sea, and Odysseus took it upon himself to have you accompany him to the island.

“Give us until sunrise,” he had told Eurylochus as the crew lowered the dinghy into the waters. “If we are not back by then, let the island burn.”

That had been the plan, and Odysseus was never one to veer away from a plan. Yet he found himself utterly confused by the food that you two had eaten.

Small creatures that called themselves winions claimed it was a good and fulfilling meal, and you had naively taken the first bite. Much like Eve had done with an apple, you consumed the forbidden fruit.

Midnight was approaching fast, yet all you and Odysseus could do was laugh about the situation you found yourselves in, as you both slump against opposite trees.

The lotus flowers had been far too difficult to resist.