My love, I do not know if I will ever see you again. Our luck since leaving Troy has faltered. You see, my sweet Penelope, we have just left on the island of Ismarus, city of the Cicones. The greedy men took so much that they attacked us. We barely left alive! Six men from each ship were killed, a loss that couldn't have been prevented. I must keep this short for I am not sure of what peril lies ahead. Forever and always, Odysseus