Oik Island Book 12.5 Analysis

Book 12.5: The Arrival to Oik Island My hair, grey with a bronzed tint, laid limp on my forehead as my body involuntarily washed up on the coast of Oik Island. Defenseless, lonely, and weak, I only had my determination to figure out how to escape this wretched island and return home. I felt the inevitable burden of my crew’s passing, and the image of their bodies being torn vigorously into pieces surrounded my mind with such grave guilt. The salt of the ocean had blistered my various wounds from the fierce aggression of Scylla, and I was left broken physically and emotionally on the ground as my heart and mind yearned to be home; my body, however, sought the comfort of warmth and food. I found courage within myself and I used what was left
The kingdom needs us!” I uttered abruptly. “NO!” she accosted me from across the room. With distress, she came and dug her nails into my arms, leaving small cuts. “We mustn't leave, for it is peaceful and welcoming here! There is no need to return home, for it is in the hands of the responsible. Oh, Great Odysseus, you must be feeling under the weather. Have yourself a warm soak and I will prepare for you some fine wine.” I agreed and I was beginning to think that this was where I was supposed to be… on the island of Oik. We carried out our days with lavish meals and spending time with the Perceptive and Foretelling Pskhillos. All seemed well and in order until one day, I met my wife by the nearby lake. I called to her and she turned her head slowly. Though her clothing was intact, her face resembled Pskhillos and her body was one of a ghost. As she saw my expression, the strange creature took in a deep breath and returned to the figure of
She cleared her throat and returned to my wife’s voice, “Let us return home and cook up this marvelous fish I caught! We will enjoy a spectacular feast tonight, yes we will!” In this situation, I was not myself, for I denied the odd situation that just transpired, and I focused on the fact that my own wife was hunting! Never had her hands previously killed an animal, nor has she ever suggested to cook herself, for there was always someone around to assist her. In spite of our situation, it all seemed too unfamiliar. I began to doubt the authenticity of my wife, yet I realized that she must have changed during these past thirteen years, so I was not in the right place to make assumptions. I drifted off to sleep that night with a full stomach, clouded mind, and the willingness to stay on Oik Island