My crew and I landed at Circe's Island to hear the perils of which was to come. We will pass into a sea where sirens lay and woo worthless travelers into the cascades of the sea. She warned that I should prepare my men with beeswax in their ears to block out the songs of trickery. If I wanted to listen the beautiful sounds, I need to be tied in the lugger, so I may not break free. The next peril was the den of Scylla and the traps of Charybdis. Scylla was a huge monster that contained twelve tentacle-like arms, six heads, and triple the rows of fangs. She would take down the boat within seconds and my men. Charybdis lurked under the dark tides. She spews up maelstroms three times from dawn to dusk. Circe said to hug the cliff. "It is better to mourn six men than lose them all, and the ship, too..."
Sirens
We set off from Circe's Island to set forth to Ithaca. I told my men of the perils that we will face, form the words of Circe herself. They all opened their eyes to the awakening of death. I urged them that I was the one to listen to their songs. They prepared to to tie me to the mast and began oaring. I was rolling and cutting soft pieces of beeswax to thicken their ears. It felt like a dream of sweet sanity and I yelled to untie me. I was jerking my eye brows left to right. Perimedes and Eurylochus passed down a line to keep me strained. The soft sounds drifted away into the sea, and continued our forgetting those Harpies.