I didn't know how I got there. All I knew was that I had a loom and my name, Calypso. The pieces came together later, in the next…Well, it doesn't matter how long. Truthfully, I don't know. I had no skills when I came. I was forced to learn as I went. For the first few days, I didn't even try. They tell me I just wandered around my island, whimpering and starving. But that doesn't matter. They are liars. Fast forward a few thousand years, and you find me still here, dwelling in peace and serenity- and loneliness- in my kingdom. Ogygia. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Came up with it myself, just as I came up with everything around me. They send heroes to break my heart every few hundred years. HA! As if they could break my heart any more. It's already shattered into a million pieces. I doubt they even took the trouble to pick up the pieces. Just thinking about them makes me grimace. With pleasure. My, how I've fooled them over all these years. You want me to tell you more, do you?
My name is Calypso. And this is my story.