The Narrow Strait

I encountered the cursed female along the way. Six heads had she; six heads to devour my men. My crew and I held tight to the cliffs to survive that day. Six of my men were devoured on that voyage back then. We landed on an island, the island of the Sun. I didn't want to go there, but my crew sought rest. The fools in my crew slaughtered a calf- the most sacred one. Zeus then cursed my luck, cutting it in half at best. I alone survived; my crew perished under Zeus's wrath. A storm sent me backwards to face Charybdis's might. Sheltering in a tree, I evaded her warpath. On the wreckage of my ship I floated, barely surviving the fight. This my account of that narrow strait. This is but one tale of the things I must tell. Thankful am I, for not having met my fate. My name is Odysseus; remember it well.