Disclaimer: The Odyssey belongs strictly to Homer.

AN: This is what I have written for my English essay on the story. Interestingly enough, my English teacher wants us to write the equivalent of a fan-fiction.

Gambit

I clambered fore and aft my hulk until a comber split her, keel from ribs and the big timber floated free; the mast, too, broke away. A backstay floated dangling from it, stout rawhide rope, and I used for lashing mast and keel together. These I straddled, riding the frightful storm.

Nor had I yet seen the worst of it: for now the west wind dropped, and a southeast gale came on – one more twist of the knife – taking me north again, straight for Charybdis. All that night I drifted, and in the sunrise I lay off not Scylla mountain or Charybdis deep, but an isle I have heard nothing of.

The island, at first notice, did not appear to have any inhabitants on it. There was a rainbow touching the ground a few feet from the shore, and a fair number of beautiful flowers in the tree line beyond the small sand bank. I paddled my makeshift raft to the shore and dragged it onto the pure - almost golden - sand.

'Poseidon, where have you taken me!?'

There was no response.

'Poseidon! Do you wish for my death? What do you want from me!'

I waited.

'I wish for you to suffer.'

The all-to-familiar voice rang through my mind and just as soon as it came it vanished.

'Poseidon!'

Everything was silent except for the faint splashing of the sea on the isle's shore.

All that morning I wandered the island for any signs of a human presence. Nothing. When the sun was at the highest point in the sky I stopped at a shallow stream for a drink of the sparkling water. Kneeling down to the side of the shallow brook I saw hoof prints strewn throughout the moist dirt. A horse? I turned my head so I was looking up stream and saw that the prints went on into the distance.

Standing - curiosity couldn't help but pull me away from the drink I so dearly needed – I followed the hoof prints all the way to the point where they evaporated into thin air like rain after a storm. It was almost as though the creature had just soared into the air, is that even possible?

Off in the distance I heard an audible whinny from a horse. Racing through the trees and getting caught on quite a few branches I stopped at the ledge of the cliff. On the other side was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen. It was a horse; but it had pure white wings.

-To Be Continued-