He had to choose. His crew or himself. And so, he chose to live to be with Penelope again. And as Zeus struck his lighting..

After some time, Odysseus groaned, slowly opening his eyes. A clear sky. The feeling of sand underneath him, the sound of wind through the leaves. Land.. but not Ithaca's. No, it didn't feel like that. And as he opened his eyes some more, and slowly sat up, gazing out at the ocean. No fleet, gone.. it had sunken after the thunder had struck his comrades.

And that ocean, it wasn't the familiar one he'd always look upon from Ithaca. And it wasn't the Island of the Sun God either, meaning.. he's on an island he doesn't know.

"Where....am I..?"

He mumbled so quietly, to himself.