The man and his crew had begun to proceed toward the coastline but had been blown miles away by a raging thunderstorm and the waning tides--which I guessed was the swift work of Poseidon, but I still did not understand why. Nevertheless, the man had spotted my father’s ship, and my hopes swelled to new heights due to this information, like the crystal clear waters of a river torrent gushing its way down the valley of snow peaked mountain escalating up into the pure white clouds lining the vibrant azure sky high above the exquisite city of Ithaca. However, whatever drops of hope filled my impoverished heart were hastily dried up by the intense heat radiating off the blazing wildfire of my doubts about Odysseus’ true situation. Legend recounts that Circe’s beauty and magic is so compelling that no mortal man can resist her charm. Was Odysseus ensnared under Circe’s spell? Did he lose the will to return home to his loving family and only son that he has never met? Was he even still alive? These question filled every empty crack and void in my mind that night until I finally succumbed to the will of