Over The Wine-dark Sea.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Have Patience, Heart.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.