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Terrible weather.

I was rolled out of bed early this morning by a pretty nasty storm.

Well, I think it was early. As the sun never really came up today, it was hard to tell.

I just know I was tired.

After coming to my senses, I headed up deck to find Odysseus and Baius shouting at one another near the main.

They weren't angry. It was just difficult to hear above the whipping wind and rain. In fact, despite the weather, the General and Helmsman seemed to be in fairly good spirits.

Falling on my ass in front of them did little to dampen their mood.

Having spent some time at sea, I realized the storm was dangerous. We weren't doomed, but I knew we weren't far from it. Nevertheless, Odysseus and Baius seemed to revel in the uncertainty.

After quickly discussing what needed to be done to secure the ship, I spent the rest of my morning making sure it was carried out.

I ate lunch with Polites, Elpenor and Misenus in the officer quarters.

That was the first and last thing I ate today.

I guess my stomach was better off empty, and it soon had its way. -Maybe it was just sick of fish.

Sailors often talk about their 'sea legs' with pride. To tell the truth, some of the saltiest get sick every time they set sail. I've never been good in rough waters. -Not that I'm a salt.

Anyway, before tossing my lunch, I kind of cussed-out Polites. -I don't think I had ever done that before.

The three of us were chatting about the storm, when Polites suggested it might be a result of sweeping the fish overboard. -He thought Poseidon might have been angered.

I don't recall exactly how I responded, but I lost it.

Polites has been in a funk for several days now, and I am getting sick of it. He's always been one of our most dependable officers and I just can't stand to see him act so pathetic. Furthermore, it seems he's starting to get superstitious on me.

Basically, I just angrily told him the same. Unfortunately, I did it in front of Elpenor, Misenus, and a couple of soldiers. To make matters worse, when he tried to defend himself, I said something about Laodice. -Whoever she is.

What I said didn't make any sense. Polites had responded with something like: "Well, maybe you'd understand if the Gods took your fingers!", to which I hastily replied: "Well, maybe if you hadn't screwed-over Laodice, you wouldn't be looking for such lame excuses!"

I'm not sure what I meant to say. -I was just pissed off and didn't feel very well.

Regardless, Polites looked genuinely hurt. -At that he just lowered his head and remained quiet.

I then went top deck to lose my lunch.

The storm started dying down about an hour ago.

With the little bit of light we had left, Odysseus and a few of us officers tried to spot the rest of our fleet. We located four of our fourteen, one of which was the Lil’ Tethys.

That little boat is amazing.

We've lit a torch on top of the mast. Hopefully, the rest of our ships will remember to do the same.

Macar and Polites joined Antiphus on the Lil' Tethys to continue the search. -As Polites has such keen eyes, Odysseus asked that he go along.

I sent the General's orders through Macar.