Sailing From Troy

My men and I have been trying to sail foward to our homelands. This journey we have been on seems never-ending. Lastnight a great storm carried us to the coast of Ismarus, where we stormed the place and killed the men. My men, in their joy of victory, had been drinking the dark drink of wine and were to drunk to respond when I ordered to get back on the ship. Fugitives of the land that were called by the army came and killed many of us. The few remaning men got on the ship and started again on our way home. We started sailing, but yet something still urked me....