The night is finally calm, your crew tired from a day's laboring along the mighty back of the Mediterranean Sea. Circe lights an oil lamp and passes it to you, then lights another and places it on the mast above your head. It casts shadows across your crew's faces as they gather around you: Demodocus with his golden lyre, Polyxena with her royal scowl, Ajax with his harsh and prideful jaw, Eurylochus with the clear, bright eyes that put the Achaean sky to shame.

The water laps quietly at the sides of your ship, the large sail above barely inflated, propelling you forward, toward home.

Home, where your throne and your family await.