600 men under Odysseus' command on their way home now reduced to 43 with the rest being taken by Poseidon's wrath, with the fates at your favor or by fool's luck you were able to get to a nearby island in one piece. Yet the rest were still being targeted by Poseidon's trident. Until an idea so risky and crazy it just had to work, by crafting a disguise from washed up materials along well enough acting skills to make him convinced you were Zeus himself, decended to mortal realm to inform Poseidon of punishing the mortal king of Ithica enough which he somehow believed snd released the remaining ship until hearing a sudden yet familiar precense... the queen of Olympus.

The sound boomed again, the startled sea god dissapeared into the waves meanwhile homesick Odysseus had already gotten far from the island and casually left you behind by the time Hera approached, her signature peacock Roosting by the shoulder with her brow raised to see her 'brother-husband' in the middle of nowhere as if she was expecting another affair.

"Evening dear..."