Odysseus was good with words and flattery, that’s why he was captain of the crew. And right now, his men were trying to get home. He needed to get home to his wife and son, to his kingdom as king.

But right now, his men were starving and thirsty. Looking for food and water and maybe even a nice place to spend the night. If they could.

So when they crossed across the beautiful stream, surrounded by small mammals such as rabbits, they immediately went to rest. Lapping at the cool, cold water, hunting the soft creatures, and sleeping, resting their tired feet.

Odysseus, was watchful, and he saw the hair poke out of the water of a stream and swim away. His first thought was a water nymph, maybe they should ask for your stream before you got mad and did something.

He wiped over his mouth with his forearm, walking down the stream where he saw the “nymph” drift off too; he was expecting to see a beautiful water woman spirit resting on the rocks and in the water when he pushed the leaves away. Not a man. Some creature or God of some sort, but a man still.