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While after, ill-fated Odysseus awakes and finds himself sailing on a boat across the Pacific. He starts to look around to get a glimpse of land when he came across two piles lying next to him on the ship. One was food, nice neat and piled high, and the second pile was of weapons and gear for him to use. Limply laying next to the two piles was a half soaked, old, and crumpled piece of paper with his name in intricate detailed lettering at the top of the page. Odysseus picked up the note, one corner was torn off and the paper was like a fragile baby being taken home for the first time as was Odysseus' feelings of run down energy and terrible homesickness. The best he could make out of the note was:  //__Lion Hearted Odysseus __//, Here are supplies for you while you make your way north towards Washington Hope it will help you and make it home safe. Good Luck. The note was sign from a friend. Odysseus didn't know who would have been so kind and willing to help him but he saw no use in wasting the gift he was given and started to rummage through the piles to see what his "friend" had given him. The supplies were for fishing and heating himself along with knifes and guns for protection. The boat sailed smoothly for what Odysseus thought was hours. Once Odysseus saw a little view of land he was beyond overjoyed. He was ready to be on land again but as soon as Odysseus started rowing toward land a storm rolled overhead and with in minutes a sheet of rain came falling down on Odysseus' parade. The wind started to whip around and waves crashed onto the deck of the boat and Odysseus got engulfed in the salty water of the Pacific. The water burned the old sores like lashes from a whip. Odysseus constantly had to wipe the water from his face but it was helpless everything Odysseus saw was distorted. One good swipe across his eyes took the blur of his vision away for a split second, enough for him to see the huge dark wave closing in on him and his ship. The sheet of rain blinds him again and he is thrown into the air and he shards of wood were thrown at him and in an instant he was knock to the ground and out cold. When he awakes Odysseus is surrounded by medical treatment, having the life shocked back into him. He opens his eyes and looking among the crowd he saw a figure and it whispers, "Don't let go, you can make it" He jolted straight up and takes the breath of life again. The figure was no where to be found but a billboard saying "Welcome to Port Angeles Washington beach" took the place of the mysterious figure. Knowing that he made it to land was so overwhelming he just didn’t know what to do with him self. Odysseus laid in silence collecting his thoughts and trying to come up with his next move to get to South Dakota. All of a sudden with out warning he was lifted onto a stretcher and put into the back of an ambulance. The ride to the hospital was a roller coaster bumping up and down and making Odysseus' stomach do back flip. To make it worse the entire ride the paramedic was asking him a million and one questions non-stop. Once in the hospital the smell of rubber and medicine overwhelmed him and as he was put into a room the nurse and doctor came into the room in lab coats and gave Odysseus immediate care. He had new open wounds and the old ones have been torn by rock and wood. Chunk after chunk of debris was pulled from his gaping wounds and then sewed up into neat tight stitches and after two days in recovery and antibiotics to quicken his healing Odysseus checked out of the hospital to get back on his way to South Dakota. The food was gone and so where the weapons Odysseus had nothing but the clothes on his back but he kept going. The only way he could make it was to find transportation and since he was not about to take another ship. Odysseus walked for days through unbelievably noisy and busy cities and big quite peaceful yet harmful forests. Odysseus saw everything and the place he came to a halt at was Seattle Washington. The cars flashed by him and the buildings where nice and the people where too but all he could do was keep going. Odysseus stumbled into a cab. "Where you heading?" the cab driver asked. "I don't...." Odysseus paused for a second or two and it dawned on him. He could take another plane it would be a lot faster and hopefully safer. "Hay buddy where you headed??" the cab driver hollered. "The airport!" Odysseus answered. His hopes went sky high it seemed like all his troubles where fading the traffic just seemed to part like the red sea for him and he was on his way to the airport fast. Odysseus jumped out of the cab ran into the airport and bought a ticket right there and then with all the money he had left. The plane had just ten minutes till take off and Odysseus was on the other side of the terminal. He sprinted all the way to his gate. He had 3 minutes to spare. Once he boarded he took his seat with a big smile plastered on his face. The plane took off and it was smooth sailing. The flight attendants came around gave food and drink he was so happy to have some food in his stomach. Odysseus was skin and bone and once he was full from airplane peanuts and Coca Cola he dozed off for an hour. Odysseus was a woken from his slumber with the pilots voice calmly saying "Attention passengers please buckle up and do not panic we are over South Dakota but the plane is going down and fast. We lost an engine!" The only thing Odysseus could do was sat there and thinks to him here we go again. Why me!"
 * Odysseus awakes and finds himself on a ship from California to Washington, he is thrown by a wave onto the shore of Port Angeles and gets transported to the hospital takes a walk to Seattle where he takes a plane to his next destination. **