Still Trapped

Morning, 29 Munychion, 1111BC:

Well, we managed to survive the night.

Alas, dear reader, this is the only positive I can draw from our current situation, which is still as hopeless as it was yesterday.

We all woke up well before the cyclops, looking around hopelessly for a way to escape. When he finally did rise, he lit his fire and tended to his flock of sheep. They were actually a beautiful flock, very well looked after and very healthy. Strange, how a beast of such violence shows such delicate care towards his flock of sheep. In fact, it is the only act so far from the beast that has mirrored any part of civilised mankind. This scrap of civilised society was quickly forgotten after he had milked and tended his flock, when he brutally killed and ate another two of our men.

After all of this, Polyphemeus led his fat flocks into the hills, trapped in his cave by the boulder immovable to ordinary men.I can't take this any more, CURSE YOU CYCLOPS! He'll never let us out alive. Hopefully brilliant Odysseus doesn't run out of ideas before Polyphemeus runs out of men to eat. We can't stab the beast because we will never be able to move the boulder to escape the cave. A cleverer idea is required. What this idea is, I don't know, not even Odysseus knows yet.

We can all only hope Athene inspires him (and us) to this glorius deed.