[Haiku]

Waves call us forward

Twelve ships cut through the water

Home breathes just ahead

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After the fall of Troy, after the choice I made with that boy... we finally left.

Twelve ships. Six hundred men. All of them looking at me like I knew what I was doing.

Spoiler: I didn't.

But we had wind in our sails, the sun on our faces, and home somewhere on the horizon. Penelope. Telemachus. Ithaca. After ten years of war, I could almost taste it.

My crew felt it too. You could see it in their eyes — the hope, the hunger, the need to feel solid ground beneath their feet that wasn't soaked in blood.

We set out full speed ahead.

No looking back.

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[Haiku]

Waves call us forward

Twelve ships cut through the water

Home breathes just ahead

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I should have known better. The gods don't like it when mortals get too comfortable.

But for one brief moment — just one — we were free.

The wind was kind. The sea was calm. And for the first time in ten years, I let myself believe I might actually make it home.

Silly, right?

Anyway...

Next stop: an island that seemed 

like paradise.

Spoiler again: it wasn't.

Epic the musical: The TROJAN SAGA