Once my men and I had survived the storm we refer to as the
Lotus Eater’s Island (the name shall become clearer as my tale goes on). After
the men were safely out of the water and on the sand of the Island I sent of
three of my men to get information from the inhabitants of the odd island as we
had seen no one. Once they returned it was apparent that they had eaten the
lotus flowers that we had seen growing on the Island, they were crazy saying
that they had “no desire to return to Ithaca” and wished to live out the rest
of their days on the Island. I realised that I needed to make the decision to
leave the Island immediately or the rest of my men would have stayed on the
island forever. This could have lead to mass mutiny and or the loss of my men
in the hundred. So I tied up the men affected and ordered my crew to back on
the ship for fear of losing hope for home to see my wonderful wife Penelope and
to glimpse my son for the first time and see what a fine man he has become. We had
only stayed on the island for less than a day and thank the gods lost no men or
ships.
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