The king, named Alcinous, has such a great life. Everyone pledging allegiance to him, heaps of food at banquets on the daily, and more wine than hundreds of men could handle. So much bread and meat too!! My mouth was salivating, I was enamored by all of his luxuries.
You know, I was once like him, living high on life. Now I am just a lowly, raged, dirty, scrawny, hungry, man.
Anyway, I began telling King Alcinous about the bitter pain I have endured over past years. I started with who I was and went on to tell him about how I got to his island.
All of my journeys were explained, including the lustrous goddess Calypso, the bewitched queen Circe, when I sacked Ismarus and barely came out with my life, enduring a hurricane, the Lotus eaters, and the dreadful Cyclops.
I hope he will pity me, and provide some assistance for my journey back to my kingdom, Ithaca. If he does not, this may be the last blog I enter, considering how distraught I will be.
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