I admit, I was a cowered for running away from the army. In the end, I was found out and taken to Troy for battle. I was astounded by the fact that it was my design of the Trojan horse that led to the downfall of Troy. The 10 years of being at war had finally paid off.
When my crew and I was sailing towards Ithaca, a wind from Zeus blew us to the island of Cicones. My men thought there was no danger so they sat in the ship eating to their hearts content. Little did they know that while they were eating, the Cicones were forming an army to ambush us. That night, many of my men had died. May they rest in peace.