A/N: This is another english assignment on the Odyssey. This time we have to write in the POV of one of the "villians" from the Odyssey. I chose Eurylachus, Odysseus' cousin and insubordinate crewman. Enjoy!

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Eurylachus POV

Okay, so I’m dead. It turns out that broken wood from ships make pretty good stakes. Trust me when I say that being impaled is not a fun way to go out.

Anyways, it’s Odysseus’ fault.

Sure that Homer makes him out to be the greatest person ever, and me, the mutinous crewman, but it’s really his fault. Really.

What? You don’t believe me?

Well, let me take you back to a time when all was right in my world…

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We’d stumbled upon the Trojan treasury. We, as in Odysseus, a couple of other men, and I, stared in awe. Never had we seen such piles of riches. I reached out to grab a large diamond sitting on the top of a pile of gold and…

Was beaten to it by Odysseus. He smirked at me, the bastard and said snidely, “This is not for you Eurylachus. It’s only for the great, such as myself.”

And he ordered the others and me out.

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I’m sure Homer never showed how greedy he could be. But then again, he’s blind so…

What? You think I’m just jealous?

Didn’t you read the part where he got his whole crew killed?

Shakes head sadly

I guess I have to start at the beginning….

Let’s start with Polyphemus. Odysseus leads us to our deaths inside that Cyclops’s cave. First off, doesn’t he know any manners? How can he just walk inside someone’s home and demand that they feed him. Is he sick or something?

Then, he sacrifices our wine to feed that beast. Sure it gets us out of there but if he hadn’t led us in there in the first place we’d have been able to dine on some first class spirits.

Then, to top it all off once we get to the ships he starts antagonizing the creature. Doesn’t he know when enough is enough? Because of him, Poseidon turns against us and that’s the last thing e needed, travelling on the open sea as we were.

Next was the fiasco with Aeolus. Odysseus goes to him in secret counsel, leaving us out of the loop. When he comes back, he has a bag of something and he acts vague and unreasonable when we ask him what it is.

So as he falls asleep, I encourage the crew to open it. And they do, just in time to catch sight of Ithaca as we’re swept back towards Aeolus’ island.

You say this is my fault?

Of course not. If he had just been upfront with us, there’d have been no need to open the bag. We would’ve known that he wasn’t just being his greedy self, but then again he was greedy in not confiding in us. Did he think he was special, keeping that information to his self?

Then we travelled to where Circe resided. Circe, Circe, what can I say?

He made us stay with that witch for a year while he continued his sexual relations with her.

Sure we had all the food and drink we could ever want, but damn I just wanted to go home and Circe’s island certainly was not it.

So, after prodding and badgering, we finally get Odysseus to agree to leave.

But lo and behold, instead of setting sail to Ithaca, we end up in the Underworld. And once again, Odysseus is not upfront with us. I wasn’t at all surprised.

After the little stay in Hades’ realm, we make our way to this giant rock in the middle of the sea. We pass the Sirens, the dread beasts who lure men to their watery graves with their enticing voices. I find it odd that while we have to continue rowing with wax in our ears; Odysseus is allowed to listen to them. The lazy oaf. He’s so overly interested in his own pleasure that he neglects to do his own job. That was around the time I started to hate him.

So, we sail pass the Sirens and toward the giant rock. On one side is a giant whirlpool and we push harder to pass it before it starts to suck in the sea. We push past it until a large beast appears and grabs up six of our men. I’ve heard of her. Scylla. The dread monster of the sea. I rush to grab up arms, but Odysseus orders us not to. He says it won’t help. If it won’t help, then why is he in full gear? Hypocrite.

We get by her luckily and reach an island. The island of Helios it turns out. Odysseus tells us not to eat the cattle so we listen. And we listen, and we listen. Until a month has passed with no helpful winds and very little food. After Odysseus wanders off, offering no words of encouragement or to boost our low spirits, I suggest that we disregard his orders. If he’s not man enough to actually lead us, then why do we need to listen to him? I’d rather die than follow the orders of a hypocritical, greedy buffoon such as him.

Feasting on the cattle, we fill our empty bellies and warm our cold hearts. Of course, Odysseus chides us when he comes back but I could care less.

So, after seven days we set sail again. The sea darkens and swells and I realize that we are doomed. Our ship is struck by the might of Zeus and well you know what happens next…we die while Odysseus lives.

You still don’t believe me?

Yeah, I thought so.