As Odysseus grabs his sword and bow as he begins to don his armor, gearing up to climb the floating island, Eurylochus approaches him. Eurylochus' face has a worried expression on it. "Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do." Odysseus looks straight ahead, and points to the island. "You've heard the legends of the island in the sky. This proves they're true! We're in the home of the wind god!" He says, an excited smile on his face. "We don't know for sure." Eurylochus says, a stern look appearing on his face as the crew turns towards the conversation he and Odysseus are having. Odysseus rolls his eyes at Eurylochus' doubt. "How many floating islands have you seen before? This is the home of the wind god!" He says, as Eurylochus continues questioning him. "And what's your plan?" He asks, glaring at Odysseus. Odysseus smirks, as he finishes gearing up, grabbing the rope of one of the harpoons. "I'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand!" He says, as Eurylochus moves, standing right in front of Odysseus, blocking him from moving. "You could be caught off guard and lose your life or piss off this god and infuse us with strife. Don't forget how dangerous the gods are."
As Eurylochus says this, Odysseus gently grasps his shoulder, reassuring him. "Have faith friend, we've made it this far." He says calmly. However, a look of anger appears on Eurylochus' face as Odysseus does this, and he rolls his shoulder, making Odysseus release him as Eurylochus points at him. "Yes, but but how much longer 'til your luck runs out?" Eurylochus says, as Odysseus' mind starts showing him memories of the events until now, and how often they've come close to death. "How much longer 'til the show goes south?" Eurylochus continues, as Odysseus is only able to think of how Athena had broken ties with him. "How much longer 'til we all fall down? You rely on wit, and people die on it." He says, as Odysseus sighs and replies. "I still believe in goodness. I still believe that we could be kind. Lead from the heart, and see what starts." He says, thinking of Polites, somehow still able to see a phantom of him standing there, next to Eurylochus. Eurylochus, his anger still there, asks a simple question, still pointing at Odysseus. "And what will we do when it tears us apart?" He asks, worry and fear appearing on his face once more. "Where is this coming from, my friend?" Odysseus asks, concern appearing on his face. Eurylochus suddenly looks tired, as he speaks quietly in response. "I just don't wanna see another life end. You're like the brother I could never do without." He says, as Odysseus chuckles slightly. "And suddenly, you doubt that I could figure this out?" He says, rolling his eyes again, a smile on his face.
As Odysseus says this, Eurylochus sighs, and repeats his words from earlier, Odysseus' memories flashing in his head again. "Captain, how much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down? You rely on wit, and people die on it." As Eurylochus says this, the phantom of Polites beside him suddenly is crushed, covered in blood. Odysseus slightly shakes his head, focusing once more as Eurylochus continues. "How much longer 'til the snake breaks free? How much longer 'til your great days cease? How much longer 'til your strength takes leave? You rely on wit, and people die on it." Eurylochus states, as Odysseus remembers how the cyclops had torn that man in half. He gets a strained smile on his face as he replies to Eurylochus' statement, all the soldiers still looking at them. "Thank you for the concern, but brother, I can assure you our journey is almost done." He says, sighing, feeling tired himself as he continues. "I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed, but don't forget how much we've already faced. I took 600 men to war and not one of them died there, in case you needed a reminder." He smirks as he says this. "If you'd like to speak more, let me pull you aside, then. I need to talk to you in private."
As Odysseus says this, his face gains a serious expression as he tightly grabs Eurylochus' shoulder and leads them to a separate boat, where nobody can hear them. He glares harshly at Eurylochus, anger on his face as he speaks. "I can't have you planting seeds of doubt. I can't have you disagreeing each route. I need you to always be devout and comply with this, or we'll all die in this, okay?" As he asks this, he calms down slightly, though his glare doesn't waver as he waits on Eurylochus to respond. "Okay." Eurylochus says, nodding, though there's still some aggravation visible on his face from how Odysseus didn't seem to trust his advice. "Thank you." Odysseus replies, smiling softly after he sighs, and walking back to their boat. As he grabs the rope of a harpoon and ensures it's tight, he begins to use it to help him ascend to the island in the sky.