Now, Patrick. For your information, we are not kids, we are men. And we're off to get King Neptune's crown in Shell City.

The giants tried to eat them alive. Later terrible birds flew over them. The birds shot their sharp pointed feathers at them. But a greater danger was coming. By now they had come near the country of the Golden Fleece. Before they could land, two men rowed out to their ship. The men in the small boat begged the Argonauts to go home.

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"If any of my men wishes to turn back, he may go," Jason said. "I must go on. I cannot go back home without the Golden Fleece." The Argonauts spoke up. "Not one of us will turn back," they cried. "We are not afraid of a dragon or any other danger. We'll stay, Jason, every one of us."