Low on provisions, low on supplies
Six hundred guys sail north t'wards
The port of Ismarus

Isn't this-

The land of the Sicones

Yes

Weakened and feeble from fighting the war
The Sicones keep their food
In store in Ismarus

Alright, listen up

The captain and his men devise a plan

Yes sir!

We're currently fighting against the current
We're low on nourishment and
It's impossible to flourish
We are low on food, low on supply
Need to feed 600 guys
Need to beat this fleeting time with
Speed and resources in mind
Fellow brethren together we need a plan
Do we raid the nearest city or
Leave and take a chance?
Whoever wishes to speak please take a stand

Eurylochus

Eurylochus was second in command

Captain, Why not take the poor by the jugular
And hit them where it hurts now
Captain, victors of the war
We don't have to ask permission
Or for trust now
Raid that city, sack that town
Where was their pity when they
Struck our men down?
Captain, tell me did we come this far
So we could all starve now

If we don't get that food our lives are lost

If you take a life to save a
Life does it justify the cost?

Wait! There must be another way

Polites

Polites, the captain's best friend

Why don't we leave the
Bloodshed for another day?
The war is over let's do no harm
Let's find a place with open arms
Get what we need
We'll play it safe and make it home

Even if we found another place
We might have these same problems

Assuming you live long enough to solve them

Eurylochus?

Captain?

Rally half the troops you'll invade
The city of Ismarus tonight

Yes, captain

Eurylochus?

Captain?

Our men are not to use any
Lethal force in this fight

Sir wait, let me get this straight
You want no lethal force in a city wide raid?

That's correct

But sir, what exactly do you expect?

No lethal force don't kill what
About that doesn't connect?

There's a reason I object forgive
Me sir but that's preposterous
As soon as we attack there are
Bound to be some deadly consequence-

I don't care! I gave an order
Enough said the war was full
Of gore no more of
This bloodshed just steal what we
Need and then retreat

Polites, Polites

What keeps you up so late at night my friend?

All I hear are screams
Every time I dare to close my eyes
I no longer dream
Only nightmares of those who've died
Nothing's what it seems-

Nothing's what it seems
Not every choice is black and white

I keep thinking of the
Infant from that night
I keep thinking of the infant from that night

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