Capítulo 46: Chapter 46: Between Scylla and Charybdis

Sailors o brave with their masts rolled high all knew a tale of troubled seas, for you see, when one was faced with waves of terror and winds of disaster, word became a commodity.

Down the straits of Messina, between the land of Calabria and Trinacria, on the coast of Scilla, sailors and mothers alike knew of one tale and one tale alone.

When one drifted down the strait, their hearts joyed from their gait, under the watchful gaze of the rocks on both ways were horrors, in sailors' presence await.

From below the rock of Trinacria, a vast moving whirlpool hugged the ships that neared it, taking them down into the evermore.

Not an arrow's distance away, below a rock much larger and gray, was the abode of a serpentine mistress.

Her feet twelve, her heads six, through her thighs hounds affixed, all that ventured within and near was devoured by her rows of teeth.

One might be wondering what pushes a person on such a spiel, a remembrance so strange.