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Homeward bound!
I am writing this from inside my cabin. I haven’t been in this room for almost ten years. In some ways, it feels like yesterday. In others, it could have been a century ago.
My little room, which is just small enough to prevent useful rest, is adjacent to the General’s. -In fact, I can clearly hear Odysseus snoring at the moment. It's almost as if he is timing his snores to the waves slapping upon our hull.
Slap, slap, slap, snore. Slap, slap, slap, snore.
We are making good time.
Today was breezy from the outset.
Soon after we had shoved off, I joined Odysseus, Biaus and Macar on the bow. Odysseus was in a good mood, and his jovial chatter was almost witty.
Macar had brought up a jug of wine. As Odysseus made us laugh, we drank Macar’s wine and inhaled the salty mist as we cut out to sea. By the time I thought to look back, I could only see a grayish plume rising from the smoldering ruins of Troy.
I almost forgot to say goodbye.
I have a strange feeling in me right now. When we first arrived in Troy, I would often wake in the morning, surprised I wasn’t in Ithaca. -Those days have long since passed.
No doubt I’ll wake up tomorrow expecting to be on the beachhead.
Not long after we cleared ourselves from the Achaean fleet, Odysseus ordered Biaus to raise the main sail. To everyone’s pleasant surprise, Elpenor and Epieus had painted a large silhouette of a horse on the sail. In response, a cheer erupted from all on board and from those Ithacan ships nearby. Odysseus’ eyes welled with tears. -To be honest, mine did as well.
Epieus didn’t come with us after all. -I guess he was Phocian.
I saw Elpenor and Epieus saying their goodbyes early this morning. Elpenor has been sitting at the stern all day. -Even Polites has left him alone.
I am going to check on the men before turning in. Maybe I’ll have a chat with Elpenor.
Anyway, it appears we won the Trojan War.
Two weeks of weather like this and we are home.
I am writing this from inside my cabin. I haven’t been in this room for almost ten years. In some ways, it feels like yesterday. In others, it could have been a century ago.
My little room, which is just small enough to prevent useful rest, is adjacent to the General’s. -In fact, I can clearly hear Odysseus snoring at the moment. It's almost as if he is timing his snores to the waves slapping upon our hull.
Slap, slap, slap, snore. Slap, slap, slap, snore.
We are making good time.
Today was breezy from the outset.
Soon after we had shoved off, I joined Odysseus, Biaus and Macar on the bow. Odysseus was in a good mood, and his jovial chatter was almost witty.
Macar had brought up a jug of wine. As Odysseus made us laugh, we drank Macar’s wine and inhaled the salty mist as we cut out to sea. By the time I thought to look back, I could only see a grayish plume rising from the smoldering ruins of Troy.
I almost forgot to say goodbye.
I have a strange feeling in me right now. When we first arrived in Troy, I would often wake in the morning, surprised I wasn’t in Ithaca. -Those days have long since passed.
No doubt I’ll wake up tomorrow expecting to be on the beachhead.
Not long after we cleared ourselves from the Achaean fleet, Odysseus ordered Biaus to raise the main sail. To everyone’s pleasant surprise, Elpenor and Epieus had painted a large silhouette of a horse on the sail. In response, a cheer erupted from all on board and from those Ithacan ships nearby. Odysseus’ eyes welled with tears. -To be honest, mine did as well.
Epieus didn’t come with us after all. -I guess he was Phocian.
I saw Elpenor and Epieus saying their goodbyes early this morning. Elpenor has been sitting at the stern all day. -Even Polites has left him alone.
I am going to check on the men before turning in. Maybe I’ll have a chat with Elpenor.
Anyway, it appears we won the Trojan War.
Two weeks of weather like this and we are home.
4 Comments:
If you want my advice don't take any side trips for steak while you make that trip.
Well done on winning the war. Although, we all know that the war was won by Achilles. Did you receive news of him? What happened to him? I believe that the story is quite a classic.
There must come a time when you go back to your family, and leave all this glory alone. It's simply not worth it!
When I was assigned to work on our high school poem I took a road trip with some friends. We went to the beach at the last town in our place. And there I was able to finish our class poem. Just like your work, the poem I wrote was inspired by the Trojan war and the story about Hercules.
Yes, this story may be classic. Not all classics really endure.
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