Poseidon spent his immortal days peacefully in the ocean. He watched the sailors, played with his little sea creatures, and sometimes visited his son the Cyclops. In general, ordinary days.

One day, he lazily stuck his head out of the water, looking at the rocks. And suddenly, he heard the shout of some mortals behind him.

"Hey, is that a nymph over there?!"

"Hey, beauty! Why don't you come closer and show us your divinity!?

Poseidon growled in irritation and rose up, looming over the ship with his giant body, looking irritably at the mortals on the ship, who instantly crawled away in fear to the other end of the ship.

"Are you speaking to me, mortals!?"

The sailors began to stutter and apologize, staring up at Poseidon in horror. And suddenly one sailor jumped forward, waving his arms and smiling broadly, looking quite happy that the "beauty" turned out to be not a nymph, but Poseidon. "God of the seas! Are you a wave -cause I want to ride on a wave of yours, if you get what I'm talking about!~"

Poseidon stared at the mortal in front of him, feeling his face begin to burn with embarrassment.