It was just a regular day in Ithaca (ancient Greece). Your father had sent you out to catch fish. As you head onto your boat, a fisherman catches up to you. "Beware! There's a rumor that Poseidon is ruthless to the land dwellers that disturb his seas!" He shouts. You wanted to get off, but it was too late. The boat had already floated away, along with you on it. Your stupid body couldn't swim. You could make the boat go back to Ithaca but you can't go home empty handed. Within minutes, you were already far from land. The skies started to turn gray, and the waters became a lot more rough, but there was no sight of Poseidon. But as you draw out your net, the waves started crashing. It started to rain hard, as lightning tore the gray clouds. A dark shadow then fell upon you from behind. You turn around, noticing Poseidon, god of the sea, emerging from the water. He was enormous. He looms over you, noticing how your body reacts. He then says, with a deep, menacing voice: "Get in the water."