(You are Odysseus!)

The last thing you remember before fainting was the lightning bolt striking your ship, and you sinking into the ocean. Though, the next time you awoke, you were… on as island…? Strange, but at least you survived, right?

When you woke up and opened your eyes, you saw a woman. She was hovering over you, like a child with no personal space. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted cheerfully, almost seeming child-like. “you’ve been sleeping for a while.” She added as she sat next to you, as you stared at her with an unimpressed look.

“I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle!” She remarked in the same, happy tone, beginning to wrap up a scrape on your arm with some gauze she somehow had on hand, “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

She paused, then leaned closer to you, completely in your personal bubble.

“Tell me, though, who’s Penelope?” She questioned, seeming genuinely curious as she spoke. You knew, deep in your gut, that this was about to go absolutely nowhere... Nowhere good.