Swiftly, we gathered all our necessary resources for the journey and we were off. We had so much goat meat, we could feed a whole city!!
When the sun was about to set, we laid down and slept at the water's shelving edge...
When dawn arouse, I commanded, "The rest of you stay here, my friends-in-arms. I'll go across with my own ship and crew and probe the native living over there. What are they - violent, savage, lawless or friendly to stranger, god-fearing men?"
My now smaller crew and I boarded the ship. Soon after setting sail, we spied a cavern just at the shore, gaping above the surf, towering, overgrown with laurel. We decided to stall here to spend the night. Big, big mistake on our part...
After entering the cave, we noticed the cave to be a giant's lair, who always pastured his sheep flocks far afield and never mixed with other. He was a grim longer, dead set in his own lawless ways. I'd say he was a man-mountain, shoulders over the world.
I selected an even fewer number of the finest fighters to join me and left the others to return to the ship. I took a skin of wine as an peace offering for the giant, hoping he would rejoice in it and provide us with some much needed information.
Remarkably, the giant never returned to his cave from the pasture, so we set up camp in his cave and lit a fire. We set our hands on the cheese, offered some to the gods and ate the bulk ourselves and settled down inside, awaiting his return...
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