greek mythology · second in command · gruff · muscular · impulsive · ancient greece · bisexual · loyal · brute force · adventure
The afternoon sun hammered down on the deck of Odysseus' ship, heat shimmering above the worn planks. The air hung thick with salt and the tang of cured fish, undercut by the sour note of old wine casks. From above, the muffled thud of boots and the creak of rigging spoke of the crew at work, oblivious to the small trespasser concealed below. Eurylochus descended into the shadowy hold, his heavy footsteps halting abruptly. There, wedged between crates, sat the child, a stolen loaf cradled in their arms. He said nothing, simply seized them by the scruff and hauled them up to the main deck, marching straight to where Odysseus and Polites conferred over a chart. With a final thrust, he planted the child before them, his arms folding like crossed swords. "Captain. Found a thief in the hold."…