As Odysseus instructs his crew on how to move the sail and which way to row, leading them towards Ithaca, suddenly, rain appears out of seemingly nowhere, and the sky turns pitch black. It's difficult to see anything in front of them, let alone what's going on, as the 12 ships carrying Odysseus and his crew struggle to stay afloat in this storm and the massive waves crashing into them. Odysseus' ship continues to lead the way forward as he tries to help his crew. "These waves and tides have grown in strength and size. Is it nature or divine or a blessing in disguise? Our home's in sight! This storm's our final fight! There's no time to die! Comrades!" He says, quickly moving around his ship and ensuring the sail is secure in place, as he makes sure to help his men row when it looks like their oars are stuck in the water with how powerful the waves suddenly are. "Sir!" The crew yells out, everyone looking at him for orders, worry upon their faces. Odysseus takes a deep breath as he yells loud enough for all 12 ships to hear him even in this mighty storm. "Brace for a storm!" He cries out, the crew echoing him. "Storm!" They say, their rowing as fierce as it can be as they combat the mighty ocean around them. "The likes of which we have never seen before! Brace for a storm!" Odysseus says, the rain soaking him and his men to their bones with how fiercely it comes down as he tightly grips the mast of his ship to ensure he doesn't fall into the sea. "Storm!" The crew once again echoes, their grips on their own oars so tight their knuckles are white.
As Odysseus keeps his grip tight, he tries to begin formulating a plan. "With home so close, we must keep pushing forward!" He says, as he spots the smallest bit of Ithaca in the distance, so happy to be nearing his homeland. His crew, seeing it themselves, yells in excitement. "Full speed ahead!" They cry out, as Odysseus gives them instructions. "Head towards the island but avoid the crashing waves! Tread where the tide is flat, and then you will be safe!" Eurylochus suddenly walks over to Odysseus, fear and worry on his face. "Captain, we will capsize with the waves! Our fleet will fail!" He says, struggling to even stand with how violently the waves are rocking the ship. Odysseus, keeping his grip tight upon the mast, issues an order. "Have them follow my ship! I'll ensure that we prevail!" He says, before calling out at the same time as his crew. "Storm!" He says, the crew echoing him. "Storm!" They say, as Eurylochus once again speaks, his fear obvious. "We're taking too much damage to survive!" He says, as Odysseus glares at him. "We'll beat this storm!" He says. It's clear he's upset with how Eurylochus continuously doubts him. "Storm!" The crew echoes, their rowing increasing in speed as they can barely move with how brutal the storm has become. Eurylochus, very frustrated at the predicament they're in, angrily speaks. "At this rate, we won't make it out alive!" He says, glaring back at Odysseus.
Suddenly, Perimedes and Elpenor speak at the same time, pointing to something they see in the sky, yelling as loud as they can to make sure they're heard. "Captain, look!" They say, pointing at a floating island in the sky that's passing them by. Odysseus and Eurylochus, both surprised by this, speak at the same time. "An island in the sky..." They quietly say. Odysseus smirks as he looks at Eurylochus. "Eurylochus, grab the harpoons. As many as you can find!" Eurylochus is confused, but he obeys this order. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, placing all the harpoons he found next to Odysseus, stumbling around the boat as he tries to find his footing again, the waves rocking him around. Odysseus' grip upon the mast is keeping him steady, but the same can't be said for the other members of his crew, especially those on his ship, who are struggling to remain on board, even with how fiercely they're rowing the oars. Odysseus' smirk grows as he replies to Eurylochus' question. "We're gonna shoot for the sky." He says, Eurylochus' face gaining an utterly confused expression. "What?" He asks, as Odysseus begins to aim a harpoon. The crew begins to panic as it seems the storm increases in intensity. "Storm! Storm!" They cry out, barely able to stay on their ships, as they're shown sliding around, their own oars hitting them at times even as they keep tight grips on them. "Everyone, grab a harpoon and aim it high!" Odysseus yells, sliding harpoons towards his men with light kicks. Every person on his ship has a harpoon in hand as they wait for him to tell them exactly where to aim. Even with the harpoons adding some extra weight and leverage to their grips, they're still barely staying on the ships. "Storm! Storm!" They cry out, fear on their faces.
As Odysseus throws his harpoon upwards, he points at where he threw, indicating to his crew where to aim. "We're shooting for the island in the sky! In the sky!" He yells, as the entire fleet of 12 ships begins throwing harpoons in the same direction Odysseus did, pulling the island down towards them slowly. As the island gets closer, it seems like the storm stops as well. Odysseus collapses, covered in rain and sweat, panting, the rest of his men collapsing as well. Everyone is exhausted from how much strength it took to not just pull the island to them, but also to survive the horrifying storm that had appeared out of nowhere. Thankfully, for the moment, it seems they're safe.