But, just as I reached Malea's cape, a tide-rip and the North Wind drove me totally off course, driving me past Cythera. By the tenth day of being drifted along by rough, deadly winds on the fish-infested sea, we landed on the land of the Lotus-eaters.
Lotus-eaters are basically people who eat both the mellow fruit and flower of the lotus plant.
Once we docked and had a meal, I sent three men to scout out the land, to find the inhabitants.
When they met the natives, they had no intentions of killing them. The natives were extremely hospitable, giving the three of them lotus to eat.
Immediately after devouring the plant, each comrade lost all desires to send back any message. They were intoxicated by the plant. Some part of it was acting as a drug, separating anyone intoxicated from the real world.
After sending countless numbers of crew mates to find the three lost men, I decided to venture out. I found all of the crew mates and drag them all the way back to the ship. They were extremely reluctant to leave, as if the natives had changed their inner ambitions.
As soon as they were back on the boat, I commanded them to set sail. We were off again...
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