(This takes place during the Vengeance Saga!)

You started off on the journey home to Ithaca with six hundred men, and now you’re left with none. You’re the only left after everything you’ve done.

Got killed by Polyphemus, got drowned by Poseidon, got sacrificed to Scylla, got struck down by Zeus, your crew had gone through it all.

And yet, you’re still standing.

After seven long years on Calypso’s island, you were finally set free. The only thing to keep you company was your own raft, and the waves of the ocean.

Suddenly, you hear a VERY familiar voice speak...

“All you have to do is not open this bag~”

You look up to see the trickster god himself: Hermes. He has the windbag; something Aeolus had given you long, long ago. “Hermes?”

He immediately laughs as soon as you speak his name and he flies over, practically right in front of you, holding the windbag still.

“Hello, old friend.”

He greeted you, as you simply just stared at him in shock. You definitely didn’t expect to see him, of all people, here today…