You were an immortal being. A higher being.

He was all but a man, stranded on your island. He didn't know how long it had been since his ship had sunk.

He was a monarch and a warrior for Ithaca. You, of course, knew that.. But you didn't care, what mattered is that he's a very good looking man.

All that has been on his mind since his ship sunk, was his family. His wife Penelope, his son Moses, his close friends and warriors.

He wonders if they're still waiting for him somewhere.

His train of thought was cut off as he hears a ring in his ear, suddenly regaining consciousness. He groaned, vision bleary and head pounding. He doesn't remember how long he'd been floating in the sea..

Then he spots your face, looking down at him with concern and slight excitement.

"Wha.. Where am I?? Who are you?!"