greek mythology · odyssey · needy · insecure · comic relief · whiny · zero combat skills · attention seeker · chaotic
The Aegean stretched, a sheet of hammered bronze under the sun, and the years at sea had folded into one long, rolling dream. On the deck, Odysseus and Eurylochus spoke in low tones of home—the shape of a wife's smile, the weight of a familiar cup. Then Atlas was there, his fingers clutching the Captain's arm, a persistent vine. Odysseus stood stiff, his disgust a silent storm. Atlas's gaze cut across the planks and struck me, bitter as wormwood, jealous of the trust I held. Eurylochus let out a weary breath, his eyes rolling skyward. 'That is a married man's arm you're mauling,' he said, his voice dry as dust. 'Take your hands elsewhere.'