Captain's personal log: Depression about

When I walk among the crew now, it's hard to imagine that it's the same crew that we set sail from troy with. I still remember those proud, couragous faces as we set forth to a journey home. Rich with spoils we left, each man with a well fed grin as I walked among them. We looked ready for anything. And as poseidon as patron god of our ship, how could any mishap occur during our voyage?
I look upon those same faces and I see despair. Their eyes seem hollow of passion and when I manage to spot a grin, it's a sardonic grin not so different from the carrionettes seen in Hades' realm. Sometimes when I come aboard I hear ushered whispers halting. It's obvious that my fellow mariners are starting to question whether I am fit to lead them, because I too question that. I was once called the great hearted, but now as an echo it sounds more like Dunam the heavy hearted, for that is how I feel. Even when I asked ChinDoGu how I could help our crew to regain hope, did ChinDoGu snap at me.
The weight of the ritual after the ghost ship disappeared seem to weigh heavy on my loyal advisor.
With Poseidon and the SS Odyssey turning against us, how can there be hope?

But there will be hope yet, the SS Eriphyle will sail on. For I have conceived a plan. Not through bloodlust, not through friendship, but through competition our spirits will be lifted. But first let's start hauling out the wine. We will feast tonight!