After my encounter with the dead, I went back to Circe. As we said our fairwells, she warned me of what lies ahead. Then my crew and I shuffled back onto our boat, and began, again, our journey to Ithaca. I knew what we would be encountering, so I demanded my men to fill their ears with soften wax and tie me to the mast, I told them to not let me go, no matter how loud my cries are.
Then we entered their territory. I listened to their beautiful symphonies crying to be let go, but my men just tightened the rope. We were in the sirens' land. Their sweet music could lure any man to them, but once you were on their shore, they would eat you. finally we had made it to the opposite shore. My men scraped the wax out of their deafened ears and unwound the ropes holding me in.
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