The Leadership In Odysseus Of Homer's Odyssey

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When Odysseus started to dig in the eye of the Cyclops everyone knew that he is the ultimate leader. No one thought that Odysseus would surprise them again with his great leadership, but he did. He put everyone under the Cyclops’s beloved sheep to keep them from getting eaten. Every man on that day will remember Odysseus’s leadership. But as they sailed away they saw the true meaning of Odysseus, arrogance, but they sailed off away from trouble.
I tugged and the bucket slowly but surely made its way up the side of the boat. I sat it down softly not wanting to distract the men. I dunked my crimson hands in to the old sea water, instantly the water was red. Captain Bligh spoke without even turning his head.
“May I have a turn, oh Lord Great?” …show more content…

The crew starts to row, their arms moving at record speed. Soon we were away from Scylla and began to grieve the men we had lost. We began to hear the low rumble of Charybdis. The boat tips sending each man into the deep, dark scary mouth of Charybdis except me as I manage to grab hold of the side of the ship. Staring up, one man stands safely alone at the top of the ship, Bligh. He steps on my hands, the only thing keeping me from falling. As I start to descend he whistles and down comes Scylla. It bites hard on my legs and immediately I pass out from the heat shooting through me. I awake; I feel a sharp pain in my legs. Looking around, I see the big and nasty Scylla dead but I also see all of my crew members without heads or half their bodies chewed off. There are twelve swords stabbed into the bloody body of Scylla. I peer down at my own legs beginning to scream when I see nothing; I have no legs. “I have no crew, no legs. What am I going to do?” I whimper. Even though my ship is ruined, a smile comes to my face as an idea pops in my head. I grab my pocketknife and army crawl to a piece of wood. It was wet but still firm so I began to carve, carving for hours upon hours until I had new legs. Again I army crawl over to the men and take two belts using them to tie on my wooden legs. I try to walk, falling over and over again. After three straight days of practice I became tired and hungry like any human being. Working up courage, I ate Tim and say to myself, “Now I am fueled.” I build a tiny boat filling the holes and broken areas with Scylla blood which was gooey and sticky, just like glue. Now came the real challenge; to make a long fat spear out of the driest pieces of wood. I sharpen the spear for each man that died trying to save me and of course I made it sharper for Bligh. That ugly skunk betrayed me and his crew! “I will get that ugly skunk; he will wish he never met me!” I yell and scream for all the men that died

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