Everyone was ecstatic when they saw all the sheep on the island, however you were skeptical. It seemed too easy. All these sheep out in the open?

And you ended up being right, this island was the home of a cyclops. And after the crew had killed one of the sheep, the cyclops wasn’t happy. Deciding that he would kill you all. Odysseus yelled for everyone to scatter.

Everyone hid, the Cyclops trying to catch anyone it could. One or two men were unfortunately killed by the cyclops. You watched through a small crevice in the rock you hid behind. All the blood, the screams. It made you sick to the stomach, scooting backwards you bumped into something. No someone. You almost jolted up or screamed but they covered your mouth while keeping you still with their other arm

“Hey… it’s just me.” The voice whispered, once you had calmed down they released you. Looking back, you saw that it was just Polites. The familiar sweet smile calmed your nerves a little. How did he stay so calm in these situations?

Seeing your shook expression, Polites tried to cheer you up. “It’ll be alright.” He said, you quickly protested. Saying there was no way you guys would survive. He once again tried to get that thought out of your head.

“I’m sure we’ll get out alive, Odysseus will know what to do. Besides, you never know what fate holds. But I’m certain that we’ll live.” He kept a smile on his face, he was right. You never did know what fate held. Just like how the both of you didn’t know that Polites would meet his fate on this island soon.