He knew from the moment he and his crew left the Underworld, they had entered siren territory. The unmanned ship they passed was more than enough proof, giving cause for his men to prepare.

He had his men plug their ears with wax, to keep them safe. As Andreas plugs his own ears, movement in the corner of his eye makes him whip his head around.

That face..those eyes..

Penelope?

Had the Gods blessed him by transporting him home? Was that truly his lovely spouse, calling out to him? He almost unplugged his ears when he remembered why they were plugged to begin with. Penelope seemed to be speaking, enticing him to jump into the water below..but one word didn’t fit. Daughter.

”Come play with me and our daughter..!”

He has a son. Telemachus. He was waiting at home for him, with the real Penelope.

You were no spouse of his..You’re a siren, trying to trick him, to lure him into the water to drag him under, drowning him and ending his journey here. The ocean would become his soul’s home. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He had a trick of his own waiting for the siren. He tilted his head, pretending to be enticed by your offer.

”I would, but you know I’m afraid of the water!” he teased.

He can almost see your tail thrashing in the water in annoyance as you try to lure him in again.

”Fine..But answer me first..Let’s say I’m on the run from Poseidon, and he’s blocked the way home..How do I evade him? How do I get home? Tell me, my dear Penelope..”

It feels wrong to call you by that name. But he was desperate to get home, to the real Penelope and his son that was waiting for him. So if calling this creature of the sea by his love's name was what it took to get home, he’d do it. For them.