Travels to Hades, And Dead Friends

After being sent to Hades to seek the true way of how to get back to Ithaca, the crew and myself sailed to the river Styx and followed it to the underworld. There was nothing pleasant about this desolate place. It was a toiling land writhered in fire, ash, and rock. I thought finding the way home would be hard enough, but being confronted by those who have long since been dead was the hardest.

I met my old friend Achilles, who had been struck down at Troy. I then encountered an old crewmate who had been killed at one of our many deadly pit stops. He pleaded for me to return and give his body a proper burial that a man deserves. The haredest soul in Hades to encounter was that of my own mother. I had still thought her to be back in Ithaca helping raise my son. Realizing that she had long since passed was an unbearable tradgedy to hold.