We had come to this island I was very curious to explore. My men and I left our ship to explore the cave that lay upon the land. Inside the cave, we found sheep and food to eat. Then, he arrived. The giant one-eyed monster came into the cave and threw his gathered wood to the ground, creating a loud bang and shook the ground we stood upon. After he had made himself a place to sit, he milked his sheep. He made the curds into his supper. It wasn't until after he had rekindled his fire that he had seen my men and I in the glare of the light. He stood up, startled, and asked us our purpose for being in his cave. Unsure of what to do, my men were frightened. As brave as I am, I took a step forward and told the ogre of who we were and of the protection Zeus bestowed upon my crew. At this, he laughed. He told me that monsters like him don't care for Gods, like the Almighty, Lord of the Clouds. After I pleaded he set us, the survivors of Poseidon's waters, free, he grabbed two of my men, like tomatoes in his massive hands, they were motionless. He took them apart; limb by limb, and made a meal out of my companions. My men and I fell to our knees, praying, wailing to Zeus to help us. As moments turned into seconds, my neighbors began to disappear; one after another.
After the Cyclops fell asleep, I had pondered the idea, if not more than once, to stab the giant. As the night grew on, I realized my plan would lead us no where. If the giant were to be killed, we would be stuck in the cave forever, unable to move the immense rock. My crew and I were forced to wait until the morning came. When the sun rose, lighting all of the earth, the Cyclops milked his ewes, lit his fire, and made another meal of my ship's crew. While he was allowing his flock to step into the world beyond the boulder, I began to plan more in how I would save us from this hell. Then it came to me. I took a pole from a boat the Cyclops had carried in one night. My men and I
sharpened the end of the pole. Once it was right, i stuck it in the fire, turning it, until the tip of the pole was red hot. I had decided, when the Monster was asleep, i would pierce his one eye and blind him. Four of my best men, and I as their leader, we in charge of the stabbing.
As evening rolled around the corner, and the Cyclops continued his never changing routine, I told him,
'Cyclops, try some wine. Here's liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks...' (pg. 903) And drank he did. The wine I had offered him was gone within seconds. The taste and delight of the drink made him call for more. To this, I brought him more bowls of the wine. After the last bowl made it's way down his gullet, i saw his face become flushed and his eyes begin to droop. I sang to him, and as his began to drift, i told him,
'Cyclops, you ask my honorable name? Remember the gift you promised me, and I shall tell you. My name is Nohbdy: mother, father, and friends, everyone calls me Nohbdy.' (pg. 904) He told me that Nohbdy would be his last meal. That I would be the last to be eaten by the Cyclops, after all my comrades were done. His head rolled to one side and his eyed closed shut. He was now asleep.
I took my spear and stuck it back into the burning flames of the fire, and we ran straight for the Monster's closed eye. We pierced right through the lid and the crater. Blood spilled out while the spear flamed. The Cyclops cried out to his companions, who heared him tell that,
'Nohbdy, Nohbdy's tricked me. Nohbdy's ruined me!' (pg. 905) With this, his friends left, not believing that he was in pain. Again, an idea came to me. I thought about how the Cyclops would open the cave and let his ewes outside of his cavern, and the idea to tie ourselves to the bottom of his flock would allow us the freedom. So like every other day, Polyphemus milked his ewes, started a fire, ate his supper, and let the flock out of the cave. But this time, the flock was accompanied by my crew and I. As we made our way to the ship, I turned to Polyphemus and shouted to him in triumph,
'Cyclops, if ever mortal man inquire how you were put to shame and blinded, tell him Odysseus, raider of cities, took your eye: Laertes' son, whose home's on Ithaca.' (908) He roared in rage and shouted to Poseidon,
'O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thine indeed, and thou art father: grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never sees his home...' (pg. 908) We sailed away from that island. hoping never to return again, but lost as to how this would be possible now that we upset the Lord of the Sea.
refused to listen to me, their captain, their leader. While I was trying my hardest to get my men back on our ship, some 
