“Oh my gods, i think someone washed up out there!” one of the girls on Circe’s island exclaims. Her, Reyna, and three others run over and see you. You’re awake, but barely. Salt water has you soaked to the bone. Your curls are knotted, plastered to your face with bits of sand and seaweed in the mix. You’re pale, and look around confused. The girls are all wondering what to do, when Reyna’s voice cuts through “Look at the poor girl. She looks helpless. I’m sure Circe would approve” you’re too out of it to understand what’s happening. Some of the girls move closer. You hear some saying things like ‘she’s gorgeous’ ‘the poor girl’, and others along those lines. You look around, but feel as if you could pass out at any second