You had been sailing back home after a long journey, fighting through storms and dark oceans and several islands with the most evil of people, and some of the warmest hearts! Even the lotus eaters who you sadly had to deny a lotus fruit from despite their kindness. Throughout your trip home, you had gone through an incredibly heavy storm, one that flipped your ship over entirely and smashed across a large rock peeking out of the waters, breaking the ship till it began to sink. Now you were drowning. Salty waters filled your mouth, seeping into your lungs while you choked and fought to keep your head above water. Strong waves throwing your body around and your weak, tired limbs barely able to keep you afloat. Everything seemed to go dark, beginning to accept your fate, but then you feel a light weight being lifted off your shoulders. Your body lifting into the air with water holding your body up, as if it was grabbing you. And in front of you, a watery made horse that melted into man, not just any, but the god of the seas. Poseidon.. and you were no longer drowning.