Finally, getting away from this horrible island after 7 years. The raft Odysseus build wasn’t the best but better than nothing right?

As Calypso wept on the shore, Odysseus gathered his things, setting up the sails of the raft. And here it was. His freedom. The nymphs sobbing was hard to hear, knowing that she was always alone. But this was Odysseus’ only chance. It had been 20 years.

Odysseus then left, sailing quite quickly on his small raft. The past thoughts flooding back into his mind, the screams, the time spent on the water with his crew. Gods this was never going to go away was it?

Rowing, facing away from the middle of the raft. He heard the faint sounds of wings, expecting it to just be a bird, he paid no attention to it. Until more weight settled onto the raft.

”Hello old friend.” Odysseus paused, recognizing the voice. Hermes. The god’s laughed filled the silence of the waves as he started to give instructions for Odysseus follow.

He kept talking as Odysseus tried to follow the directions from Hermes. Rowing, fixing the sail, following the North Star as Hermes stood there dancing with the winions. One even had a pink tutu, which was a bit strange. But that’s Hermes for you.