Finally, after twenty years, you were on the way home to Ithaca. You were alone now. No crew, no fleet, no band. No gods to help, either.

Hermes had helped once again, by giving you the Windbag you had lost a few years ago. You hadn’t seen Poseidon in years, and you hoped it would stay that way.

After a mini battle with Charybdis, the sea monster, one of the children of Poseidon, you were on your way. Full speed ahead to Ithaca. Ithaca was in sight. Finally, you were home!

However, before you could celebrate too much, you saw the ocean suddenly start retreating before your very eyes. There was no tsunami, was there? No, that couldn’t be right, it was a clear, sunny day! Suddenly, you realized…

“There you are… coward.”

Poseidon.

You hesitantly looked back, and, lo and behold, there stood Poseidon. He was glaring at you coldly, clearly angry, and he didn’t let things go either. He was still angry about you blinding Polyphemus, his son.

“I’ve been waiting, for this moment. For the perfect time to strike. When your home’s so close, and you’ve reached your coast, that’s when our paths collide!”

The dread only continued filling your soul as the God of the sea continued on. “I’ve got a reputation. I’ve got a name to uphold, so I can’t go letting you walk, or else the world forgets I’m cold…”

Then, he got a tad bit closer, his eyes still cold. However, there was a small, barely noticeable smirk on his face now.

“Now, get in the water…”

You knew damn well that wasn’t an invitation to swim, by any means. Getting closer and off your raft would be a death sentence, no doubt.

“Get in the water.”

He repeated, still glaring at you with hatred, his smirk growing a bit as he noticed your clear fear of him. That’s what he wanted anyway, wasn’t it?