Cattel of the Son God II

     Hi, Odyssey here. We left the island after 6 days of the slaughtering of the cows. After heading out, we ran into a storm and Zeus thunderbolt hit our ship. The mast came falling down. Then Zeus threw another thunderbolt and it was a direct hit. All the men were flung into the sea and bobbed like petrels on the waves.
     None of the men made it out alive, except for me. I hung onto a big timber that floated free, and then the mast broke away from the ship. I all alone drifted.  I knelt on the mast and road out the frightful storm. The west wind dropped and the southeast gale came on and took me straight for Charybdis.

     I lay off Scylla Mountain. There was a whirlpool that drank the tide away. I sprang for a great fig tree, clutching it like a bat. I clutched grimly, thinking my mast would come back to the surface when she spouted. I waited until twilight hours when the long poles at last resurfaced. I let go and plunged besides the timbers and rowed hard with my hands to pass Scylla.  I could not of passed her without the father of the gods and men kept me from her eyes. I drifted for nine days in the open sea before I made it to shore on Ogygia Isle. The dangerous nymph, Calypso, lives and sings there in her beauty received me and loved me.


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