During our many days of sailing, we had come across an island. I wanted to explore the land we had come upon. So I demanded that our ships come together and we anchor ourselves on land. We were on the territory of the Lotus Eaters. The men whom live upon the flower. I sent two of my men and a runner to check out the land. I noticed that the eaters of the sweet flower, did not want to harm us. The eaters offered our friends the Lotus Flower. But those who ate the succulent blossom ... Longed to stay forever, browsing on that native bloom, forgetful of their homeland. (pg. 898) I grabbed my three men and dragged them to my ship, there I tied them, now wailing to be let go, to their rowing benches. After they were securely fastened to their seats, I shouted to my men, 'All hands aboard; come, clear the beach and no one taste the Lotus, or you will lose your hope of home.' (pg. 898) My men, quickly getting into their positions, stuck their oars into the water, and we left the island.
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