After Ulysses reluctantly raised the ships sails, the damaged boat sailed out and above of the Underworld. The moonlight glowed directing them through the ferocious churning waters. Ulysses was tired. Tired of running away from dangers. He had not seen his wife and young child for over 15 years. He was now an old man. He deserved peace and reast. This war had created a wall between himself and his old life. All he wanted was to see his rich land, beautiful wife, and growing son again. But, mighty Poseidon, God of the sea, wanted revenge. Ulysses had paid for his mistake way too many times. It was time he sailed directly home. Shaking out of his thoughts, Ulysses observed the waters. On the crew’s right, a shipwrecked ship came into view. “Sire, we shall sail safely through this or we will end up like that.” Eurylochus, Ulysses’ right-hand man, pointed out. Ulysses silently nodding, walked over to the ship’s mast. He was done with the treacherous plots Poseidon wove. Ulysses himslf was going to get this ship away from the broken ship. A low, growling sound purred very close to them. Ulysses’ head snapped in the direction. “RRRrrr!” The mysterious sound responded. A wave of terror washed over the crew.
“Nobody…move a… muscle.” Ulysses commanded. Another wail of hunger rang out. Though his heart was pounding out of his chest, Ulysses kept himself calm and collected. As he squinted his eyes, he saw a figure forming on the shipwrecked ship. He stepped back. It was massive, over 8 feet tall. Behind him, Eurylochus let out a little cry. As he stepped back in frightment, he accidently stepped on some swords. The sharp sound of metal clinking with metal made the “thing” stand up taller. Nobody else in the crew stirred. All of them were trying extremely hard not to move a muscle. Ulysses was thankful for that. If his already-frightened crew members saw this monster, they would lose all of their wits.
In a blink a second, a stream of fire shot in the direction of the ship. Lumaes, a cowardly sailor, yelped. As he turned his head to look at the monster, he froze. He literally froze. Now, he would not be able to move any muscle. As Ulysses was examining the situation, another stream of fire came. That threw the crew off the edge. Crying and praying, Ulysses’ useless crew ran in circles. Eurylochus ran to Ulysses and exclaimed, “This is the end! We must bid farewell to each other!”
“Get yourself in control!” Ulysses shouted, pausing the crew members. “We defeated the tall walls of Troy! We fought alongside the great, undefeatable Achilles. And we cannot protect ourselves against a hideous beast? Now, act like men! Find some tools that will assist us! GO!”
Examining the ferocious beast, Ulysses realized this was the ancient monster, a Drakon. They were way older than Dragons, even the mighty Gods themselves. One look straight into these serpent-like creatures’ eyes would paralyze you. “Nobody look into the eyes!” Ulysses’ voice rang out. The crew seemed more confident now. Searching and digging through weapons, everyone got busy. Ulysses grabbed a few of his sharpest, sleekest javelins. After all, Ulysses was a great javelin thrower. But, when he threw, they bounced off harmlessly off the scaly skin of the Drakon. If anything, the innocuous javelins seemed to catch the Drakon’s attention. The beast’s eyes landed upon Ulysses. “Grrr!” Another heart-flipping growl echoed. Ulysses quickly averted his eyes. All the movements around him slowed down. A green acid shot onto the ship, burning two of the men. A fire replaced his calm. Ulysses shouted and banged on the ship, hoping to draw attention to himself. He acted like an animal. He was, like always, successful. Quickly, the gears to his mind started running. He tried to concentrate as hard as he could while there was chaos all around him. “Why don’t I just give up? Why don’t the Gods just take my life already?” In his thoughts, Ulysses lost track of time. Men were killed. Fires raged. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glowing, green vial. It must be a gift from Athena! Ulysses thought. He rushed toward the vial. Grasping it, he saw the words; “Greek Fire”. Ulysses knew all about this. Greek Fire was one of the most dangerous substances in the world. One drop would kill anything, whether it be a city, Titan, or God. It was fire that could burn even underwater! Ulysses understood. He ran to the ship’s hull. The Drakon, still about 8 meters away from him, looked at Ulysses, but smart, old Ulysses looked away. He looked into his shield that was illuminated by the moon’s light. In the reflection of the Drakon, Ulysses saw it opening his mouth and ready to breathe fire again. At the same exact moment, Ulysses aimed the vial straight for its mouth. It was an impossible shot, but Ulysses still threw. The glowing flask was swallowed by the Drakon. “Men! Stand Down!” Ulysses yelled. A loud, green explosion burst. Ulysses hair singed. After the fire died down, Ulysses looked up. With tears in his eyes, he turned around and said, “My men! The ship is badly wrecked. We must sail to a safe land by the break of dawn. Then, we will obey wise, old Tiresias and sail to the Land Of The Cattle. But, till then, men, we will sleep…” He choked on his last words. Memories of his wife and infant son back in his homeland came rolling in. He wept to his heart desire. But, it was only in himself. Only a single tear rolled down Ulysses’ cheek. As he wiped it, a voice sung, “Long Live!” That voice was Eurylochus’. In response, the crew shouted, “Ulysses!”
At that moment, Ulysses understood the world. His ways. His life. He understood that this is what a hero is. Soon, the ship sailed onward towards Ithaca, Ulysses’ home, as the voice of the crew echoed out in the distance.
“Long Live! Ulysses!”