After returning from the creepy Underworld, Circe notified our crew that within our journey, we would encounter several mysterious obstacles along the way. She warned us of the sirens that would enchant us with their voices, which would make us crash, and told us all that beeswax was needed to save our ears from their devious songs. There were other dangers such as Charybdis, an evil creature of the sea, a powerful maelstrom, that would devour us, and the ship, whole. And, of course there had to be more, there was Scylla, a six headed freak with twelve legs. We thanked her and went on with our journey. After using the beeswax on our ears, we tied Odysseus to the mast of the ship so he could tell us when we had passed the sirens. Then came Scylla, yes, Scylla, the six headed, twelve legged freak, who quickly ingested six of our men. Boohoo, how sad. And, if that wasn't enough, we soon came face to face with Charydbis. Yay. The terrifying whirlpool of death could not cause our ship to sink into its malicious jaws of doom, dun dun duuuuuun, so, we continued to sail until we reached the island of Helios, the sun god. There we pigged out on his cattle and drank some more, Oo yay!, and, in return for feasting on the god's goods, Zeus decided he was going to send a gigantic lightning bolt, how frightening, to destroy our ship. It worked, and everyone died except for Odysseus, and us, of course, but that's because we have super-mystical powers. Hint hint wink wink (clap clap). From there, Odysseus began his journey home.
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