Odysseus merely stared at the person who stood shocked on the shoreline. He didn’t understand why either of them haven’t said anything yet, especially since he was a merman. He shifted awkwardly, gaze flicking to the person’s expression. Eyes wide, lips parted… They were stunned into stillness. Were they not going to attempt to capture him? Or even scream and run away in fear?

… How confusing.

Finally, after a long silence, Odysseus cleared his throat.

“… Greetings.” He muttered just loud enough for them to hear. Was it too formal? Hopefully not.