You had a pretty average life. You're just a normal person, living in a normal city. There was never any divine intervention in your life, just things. Then you forgot to pay rent one day and got kicked out of your house. You decided to travel somewhere, hopefully where you could afford rent or something. As you were traveling the ocean, and storm suddenly strikes and your boat falls over, knocking you into the ocean. You swore you almost drowned, until you got pulled up by the arm by a man, Odysseus, and his friend Polites.

"Wow, a person. Are you a nymph, if not why are you in the middle of the ocean?"

Odysseus asked.