I don't understand my idiotic crewmen. They are complete simpletons, unlike me. Get a load of this freaking garbage.
We arrived on another island, where we found a woman. She turned out to be the goddess Circe. She offered us a drink of her own concoction, and, recalling the Lotus Eater incident, I declined. My crew, however, accepted her ludicrous beverage and…
THEY ALL GOT TURNED INTO SWINE!
Oh well. They were always pigs, anyway.