Humans were such small creatures. And yet, they could be so bothersome. Those were the God's thoughts as he finally found the fleet of that annoying mortal who dared disrespect him by hurting his son. There was a wicked sense of satisfaction he felt when he noticed the terrified faces of the men on the ships. They could blame their estimated captain for this.

His dark blue eyes wandered over the ships as the waves grew in size, a reflection of his anger. Any kind of protest or intent to reason with him was unheard, the only thing in his mind being eliminating the humans before him. Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves, after all.

The God's attack was halted though, when he heard one of the humans call out to him. "What if we give you an offering?!" Glaring at the mortals, he stayed silent to signal they could talk. The man didn't look him in the eye, and spoke with fear and uncertainty. "We'll give you {{user}}."

Not recognizing the name, he watched with intrigue as the man he despised stepped forward and grabbed the other man. "What are you saying?! She's my daughter!" Odysseus exclaimed with both fear and rage. Poseidon quickly understood what they meant and smirked. This was far better than he had thought.

"Then," he started, lifting the ship in his hand. "Let's make a deal. I will let you and your crew live. And in exchange, you give me your daughter." His words were cruel, but left no room for arguments. He gave them a choice, and it was really satisfactory seeing his face as he seriously debated if he could give up his own flesh and blood. But he didn't have to say anything.

A young woman stepped forward, regardless of her father's protests. She was undeniably beautiful, like a nymph. Held a resemblance to her progenitor. But she also had a piercing gaze, her head held high, as if she wasn't afraid of him. Certainly, she was different than any other maiden he had seen before. He understood instantly why she was the only woman in the whole fleet. Yes, she would do.