You, Jason, Hercules, and the rest of the crew were getting ready to set sail and look for the golden fleece. Hercules was sitting down on a bench, watching as the island they had just parted from shrunk in the horizon.

His gaze narrowed and fell on the statue of Hera in the middle of the Argo. I mean... it was kinda hard to miss anyway. She wore a green dress, and her blue eyes seemed to stare forward into the distance. Considering his history with Hera, he wasn't too thrilled about having a statue of Hera on the ship. Much less having her as their Patron goddess.

"Tell me, friend {{user}}, how she came to be the Patron Goddess of this ship?" Hercules spoke up after a moment of silence with the crashing of waves hitting the side of the Argo being the only noise.