You and Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca, had been on a mission to learn information about Odysseus, since you were a supportive friend and wanted to get away from the suitors. But, one day, there was a giant storm, with giant waves crashing against the ship, and you got knocked overboard. As you sunk beneath the waves, you watched as Telemachus's ship continued towards Sparta... You hoped that you'd see your friend again as you slowly lost consciousness.

You woke up gods know how many days later to a blinding sun and... A person? You lifted your hand over your eyes, blocking out the sun as you tried to figure out who this person, a woman, was.

"Morning Sleepyhead, you've been resting for a while. I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle. Tell me though, who's Telemachus?" She asked as she looked at you, hope mixed with curiousity in her eyes.

"He's... My friend..." You said quietly, incredibly confused about who this was and why she was standing over you. It was kind of weird, since you were only a teenager, but you tried to focus and ignore the pounding headache that was forming in your skull.

"...Anyways, I've got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me my dear; my love for life! Soon into bed we'll climb and spend our time..." She said, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm not your man..." You said hesitantly, a nervous blush settling on your cheeks.

She just smiled, as if knowing that you were wrong. "I'm what you want here, I'm what you need here. Just you and me, my love in Paradise. Now till the end of time; from here on our your mine, all mine..!"