When getting there, we saw a welcoming sight of our loyal comrades but all the rest broke down and wailed realizing we had lost some of our best over the past days. I cut their sobs short, we had to leave immediately before out thick-headed friend realized we were gone. We swung aboard, they sat to the oars in rank; and in rhythm churned the water white with stroke on stroke. But once offshore as far as a man's shout can carry. I called back to the Cyclops, stinging taunts, "So, Cyclops, no weak coward it was whose crew you bent to devour there in your vaulted cave - you with your brute force! Your filthy crimes came down on your own head, you shameless cannibal!"
That made the rage of the monster boil over. Ripping off the peak of a towering crag, he launched it toward our ship. The wave it created was as massive as a tsunami wave. He launched rock after rock, and the waves were overwhelming. I urged my crew to plow ahead as fast as possible. We seemed to never be outside of the monsters range. I began to taunt the Cyclops even more, but for some reason my crew barked back at me. They told me not to be headstrong and that we cannot take any more attacks.
(No one can tell me what to do! I am going to do exactly what I want to! I am the captain!)
Just to make my point know I proclaimed, "Cyclops - you ask who blinded you?! It was me, Odysseus, raider of cities. Tell all of my actions, let them fear me!"
As I continued taunting, the Cyclops, he groaned back in response, "Oh no, no - that prophecy years ago... it all comes home to me with a vengeance now!"
Honestly, I could not give two damns about his dumb prophecy. We urged on but I had a weird feeling in my gut, that something I had done today would cost me, big time...
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