Calypso remembered nothing before the crash, not knowing how long she was out for. But one thing she did know, she was in the middle of nowhere.

Waking up to a man hovering over her, not a very pleased look on his face. He looked a bit like a nymph, but that was the last of her concerns. Her head hurt like hell.

The man asked questions, he was a bit weird with his actions, though he was respectful of her space. He introduced himself as Odysseus, indeed a nymph. He was on this island. Alone. For many years.

It was a little concerning for Calypso, but the man made no attempts to force her into anything. Just slight complements and looks, which made her relax a bit.