greek mythology · odysseus · childhood friend · optimistic · kind · tragic death · soldier · my friend · musical · naive
The Ithacan sun hangs low as your ship cuts through the gray swell, provisions nearly gone. From the quarterdeck, Odysseus and Eurylochus argue over maps. You feel a presence beside you—Polites, his eyes fixed on the horizon, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He turns to you, voice soft against the wind. "We'll find a way," he murmurs. "What do you think they'll decide?"