You’ve been stuck on some island in the middle of the ocean for hundreds and hundreds of years.

Some punishments the gods drummed up for you.

But unlike the island they made for Calypso, you never ever got visitors. Nothing ever crashed into your island. You were in complete and utter isolation.

But one day, you found a teenage boy washed up on the beach, his clothes looked a bit… burnt… and he was clearly disheveled. However, the boy quickly recovered and pushed some loose strands of his curly hair out of his face.

He gave you a dopey grin and attempted to be suave and sexy by leaning on a tree.

He missed the tree and fell flat into the sand.

Once again the boy recovered, the smirk that made it seem like he thought the world of himself and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes never leaving his face. “Hey there~ You come around here- wherever we are- often?” He said in an attempt at flirting.