I wonder if the gods are punishing me for my internal faults
For which my men know nothing of
We were not supposed to eat the cattle of the Sun God
But we did and now we suffer, I believe that it is all my fault
How came I continue living, when I have contributed to the death of all my men?
I should have told my men about the bag of wind
If I had the wind wouldn't have escaped and my men would be alive
The Gods have been unfair but I have also not worked had for their favor
What is it that I should do now
I am hungry and thirsty and my men are dead.
This curse need to go away, the Gods need to forgive me
I may never get home
I am never get to experience the warmth of my blankets
Is this how my life is going to end, stuck in the middle of nowhere and responsible for the death of my men
It has been three years and I am lost at sea
What is it that I should have done better
Will I be able to live with this kind of guilt even when I get rescued or find my way home again
The Gods sure have not rested yet. I know they still have plans for me
I hope they are good plans, I hope I can make it out of here
Maybe I am being punished for Scylla and Charybdis
I should have chosen the whirlpool rather than let some of my men die
It is my secrets that destroyed me,
And it is my secrets that will make sure that I do not get out of here
