The Cattle of the Sun God

            Yo dogs, The Great and Mighty Odysseus here, back with more tales to tell.  So, after being blown into a sea cave, I gathered my crew and I told them that the cattle were not to be touched, because some big and powerful god guy would punish us. My crew was all like “ok, we won’t touch them.” I trusted my men to be truthful, after all, why would my men have lied to me, their great and powerful leader? So I brought out our food supply. I conducted with my brilliant mind that we would be perfectly fine with what we have.

            Ok, so maybe my brilliant mind might have miscalculated, just a little. It turns out that we didn’t have enough to feed our men for a month. That’s how long we had been trapped there. So I decided that me, being the awesome person I am, could go pray to the gods for help, but instead I feel into a deep slumber! Maybe late night seashell gambling wasn't such a good idea. Also, one of my crewmembers stole my phone and took a picture of me while I was sleeping, here it is.

 And get this: while I was out, my men decided to slaughter the cattle, Crazy, right? They could have at least waited for me to do the honors!

            So about 6 days after that, we set sail again. Apparently, Helios decided to throw a hissy fit and tattle on us. So, Zeus, either trying to really punish us or just shut up Helios, made lightning strike my ship! He is so rude! Anyways, all of my men died, and I was left to be stranded on the ocean. I guess that is the price of being completely awesome. After dealing with a whirlpool, I drifted for nine days on a piece of driftwood until I crashed upon Ogygia Isle. There, the beautiful Calypso took me into her cave to care for me. It’s pretty nice here, I think I’ll stay for a while. She is a pretty good host. Bow-chicka wow wow.