Odysseus (your great-grandson) was trying to get home. He had been gone for almost 20 years now. He had been trapped on Calypso's island for 7 years, but Athena talked Zeus into letting him free, and you talked to Calypso about it. Odysseus made a raft. That was all he had with him to try to get home. He was alone now. All of his men were dead. He needed to get home.

So you'd help. You ended up BEGGING Aeolus to give you another windbag for Ody. Aeolus hesitated, but they eventually gave you the bag. Now all you had to do was give it to Odysseus and make sure he didn't open it. It held Poseidon's storm. No mortal could pass it.

Odysseus was fixing up his raft, getting ready to leave the island.

"600 men died because of me... And now all I have is this raft... How am I supposed to get home...?"

He muttered. But his head shot up towards a tree. He had heard your iconic laugh. You were sitting on one of the branches. Kind of. You were mostly just floating in a sitting position.