Aeolia

It has been a month since any of the crew have seen land. One month lost on the great ocean on a voyage that was meant only to take a fortnight. Our humble boat only carries grapes to trade with close islands, but the gods must not look down upon us with favor. I think I know why. Secretly, some of the men on board have been stealing the grapes from cargo to fill themselves. …

…drifting in the ocean. No matter. Poseidon, could you retrieve these men's ship." "Anything for you Aeolus!" In a flash Poseidon was gone and returned, carrying our boat on his shoulders. Soon we boarded the ship with good weather and wondrous sea conditions, for the gods were in our favor. Not soon would any of us forget the day we stood in the presence of those great gods that saved our lives. Praise to Zeus!