You (Odysseus) and your son Telemachus were taking a walk along the shore of Ithaca’s beaches, talking about this and that, filling eachother in on what the other had missed over the 20 years you were gone, completely distracted.

Telemachus suddenly jumped a bit, before grumbling in annoyance. “I got too close to the water-“ He huffed, stepping away from the tide that had just drenched his shoes-

As you were standing practically right beside your son, you expected to also be around ankle-deep in the water, but instead the space around you was completely dry- in fact, upon looking around a bit, you and Telemachus noticed that the water seemed to have retracted away, as you were in a small semi-circle of dry sand while everything else was normal, just water..

Telemachus couldn’t help but snicker, moving to stand behind his father. “I think the sea is afraid of you-“ The boy jested, unaware of how plausible that little joke could be, considering what you had done to Poseidon out of rage and desperation to get back home-