We were hit with a huge storm and then we landed on an
island with fields of cattle and goat. We charged at them swords drawn and calling praise to Jove and were then set on my monsters.
It was there we meet the vile Harpies,
no monster on earth more cruel of savage. With slashing claws and hooked beaks. I rallied the men and after a short battle we drove them
off, but the oldest of them, Celaeno, in hostie prophesy proclaimed
"Take what i say to heart and stamp it in your minds: This prophesy the almighty Father made to Phoebus and Phoebus made to me, the greatest of the Furies, and i reveal to you. Italy is the land you seek? You call on the winds to sweep yuou there by sea? To Italy you will go. Permitted to enter port but never granted a city girded round by ramparts, not before some terrible hunger and your attack on us- outrageous slaughter- drive you to gnaw your platters with your teeth."
We are about to set sail once again. May the gods guide us
as we make our way to Italia.
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