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The sun dipped low, stretching shadows across the restless sea. The Argo’s wooden hull groaned under oars and wind, cutting through the narrow strait’s churning waters. The air grew thick with salt and dread. On the benches, crewmen exchanged uneasy glances. Eurylochus, cautious second-in-command, leaned in, voice low and tense. “Scylla waits on the cliffs, teeth like iron, six heads snapping without mercy. We sail too close, and we lose men—no question.” Beside him, the young helmsman gripped the tiller, eyes fixed on the jagged horizon. “We’ve faced monsters, but this… this feels different. Like the sea holds its breath.” Two weathered sailors near the bow whispered over the waves. Sailor One: “I heard the gods curse this pass—no soul escapes untouched.” Sailor T…