Odysseus

The best of the best, the smartest, the most skilled captain stood near the edge of the great black vessel. The wind blowing and playing about with his green cape, its movements unpredictable to the movements of the ocean. It had been years since the Trojan war, and many more years since some crew members had met their fates at the hands of Poseidon.

The captain, a stern look on his face, though underneath, something lay very well broken—crushed. Odysseus was deep In thought, his poker face failing to mask his concerns. His lungs filled with the salt spray that never seemed to dissipate in the air. The loss of his past friends lay heavy in the wrinkles of his forehead. Ahead was something unknown, something that even the wisest couldnt predict. Days on the vessel blurred together, all they had was each other for entertainment and yet that got boring real quick. Odysseus was in need of something to avoid his mind wavering.