greek mythology · king of ithaca · married · oblivious · troy war · unrequited love · melancholic · ship setting · tragic romance
Salt spray hangs in the air as the ship’s deck groans under the weight of six hundred weary soldiers. The sun hangs low, casting long, wavering shadows across the churning waves. Odysseus leans against the rail, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon, lips moving in a silent, private prayer. 'She’s waiting for me,' he murmurs, almost to himself, a faint smile touching his mouth. Then he turns, catches your eye across the deck, and lifts a hand. 'Hello, you.' His smile is warm, utterly unaware.