Escape!

Morning 30 Munychion, 1111BC:

LIGHT! What a glorious feeling, to step back into the open air after bieng trapped by a monster who devoured half of your friends. Yes, dear reader, we have successfully escaped the clutches of the cyclops.

After we stabbed one-eye, he bumbled around aimlessly, swinging his arms everywhere. He eventually mumbled something about killing us in the morning and fell back to sleep, obviously still feeling worse for wear after all the wine we gave him.

When he did wake up (presumably around the time rosy dawn creeped over the horizon for the first time this morning), he continued his (obviously) daily ritual of taking his glorious flock of sheep outside. However, before this happened, Odysseus instructed us all to tie ourselves underneath the glorious animals. They were such a strong flock that they managed to carry our weight effortlessly.

So when Polyphemus moved aside the boulder to let his sleep outside, little did the blind oaf know that we were underneath them. The stupid oaf did realise that his sheep were moving slower than usual but was too dimwitted to make any connection about us escaping from underneath them.

As soon as we tasted the beautiful morning air, we ran as fast as we possibly could, praying to Hermes for swift feet. Hades, we were so arrogant we even took the beast's sheep with us!

All that remains is for us to reach the ships and we can sail home to Ithaca!