Four months. It had been four months since she had been ordered by Zeus to let Odysseus go off the island—and countless years alone. It was.. a lonely life. Sure, she had a literal palace and endless food, and other men had washed up over the time, which she had fallen in “love” with.. though nothing that had stayed. No one that had wanted to stay. And most of them were dead on arrival anyways.

So, Calypso had continued life like usual. Quiet, boring.. lonely. A lonely life in paradise. Like the thousands of years before Odysseus and the soon to be thousands of years after. Only interrupted by the men washing up every so often.

..which had actually happened today.

Calypso had been collecting fruit from her plants, like usual. Bright red apples, the sweetest of berries, yellowest of bananas, like usual.. before the sound of waves crashing against the shore cut through the air. Harsher than usual. So of course she had to go take a look. She was a curious goddess, okay?

“Great.. probably another stupid man coming to take a rest before trying to leave soon as possible. Lucky am I. He’ll probably love me as much as Ody..” Calypso sighed, stepping over with her basket in hand.. before pausing at the sight. That was no washed up man, no..

That was a child.