"Alright," Calypso snarled. "This spot is good. Now tell me you want to leave."

"What?" the boy asked.

"do you want to LEAVE? Surely you've got somewhere to go."

"Uh... yeah. My friends are in trouble. I need to get back to my ship, and-"

Calypso cut him off mid sentence. "FINE! Just say, I want to leave Ogygia." Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke the last few words. She winced as she realized that the boy had noticed.

"I want to leave... whatever you said." the boy sad.

"Ogygia," Calypso enunciated for him.

"I want to leave Ogygia," he said.

"Good," Calypso said, breathing a sigh of relief. "In a moment, a magical raft will appear. It will take you wherever you want to go."

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

Calypso started to answer his question, but then she stopped herself. "It doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake." As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt guilty about them. It wasn't his fault that he crash landed on her island. But she was so worked up at the moment that Calypso had no control over what she was saying.

The look in the boy's face told her that she had hurt him. His eyes looked down in shame, as if this wasn't the first time he had been called a mistake. Calypso's heart broke a little when she looked as his face, so she tore her eyes away from him. "Any moment now," she said as she peered out into the open water.

Nothing happened.

"Maybe it got stuck in traffic," the boy informed her.

"This is wrong!" Calypso exclaimed. "This is completely wrong!"

"So... plan B?" the boy said. "Do you have a phone, or-

"Agh" Calypso growled. She turned around and headed back inland. Soon she was sprinting. Soon, her garden came into view. She collapsed down into her vegetable patch, and started digging. Tears were streaming down her face, and as hard as Calypso fought against them, she couldn't help herself from crying. What had she done to deserve this?

Soon, the boy came into view. Why had he followed her? Why hadn't he stayed near the beach to keep watch for that stupid raft?

Soon Calypso had dirt all over her, and curse words were flowing out of her mouth like a river.

"I think you've punished the dirt enough," the boy said.

"Just go away," she told him. The one time she actually wanted to be alone, she was stuck with some scrawny half blood.

"Your crying," he said, as if she didn't already know. When she looked up at him, she noticed that he looked genuinely concerned for her. It warmed her heart, but just a little bit.

"That's none of your business," she muttered. "It's a big island. Just go find your own place. Leave me alone." She pointed south. "That way, maybe."

"So, no magic raft, and no other way off the island?" he asked her.

"Apparently not!" Calypso exclaimed. How come he wasn't understanding that she just wanted to be left alone?

"What am I supposed to do, then? Sit in the sand dunes until I die?"

"That would be fine," Calypso told him. Then she realized something. She threw her hands to the sky in exasperation. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? ZEUS! This is not funny!"

"Hold up!" The boy said. "I'm going to need some more information here. You don't want me in your face, that's cool. I don't want to be here either. But I'm not going to go die in a corner. I HAVE to get off this island. There has to be a way! Every problem has a fix!"

Calypso laughed without humor. "You haven't lived very long, if you still believe that."

"You said something about a curse."

"Yes," she replied. "I cannot leave Ogygia. My father, Atlas, fought against the gods, and I supported him." Admitting that fact was harder than she cared to admit. After all these years, she still felt shame every time she thought about her father. It was his fault she was stuck here, after all.

"Atlas, as in the Titan Atlas?"

Calypso rolled her eyes at him. She was started to get sick of all the questions he was asking her. "Yes, you impossible little..." Calypso almost started cursing again, but she bit back. She knew that the boy didn't deserve her hatred. The least she could do was not cuss at him. "I was imprisoned here, where I could cause the Olympians no trouble. About a year ago, after the second Titan War, the gods vowed to forgive their enemies and offer amnesty. Supposedly Percy made them a promise-"

The boy interrupted. "Percy? Percy Jackson?"

The sound of his name made her break down all over again. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid shedding any more tears. That didn't work out so well.

"Percy came here," he said.

Calypso dug her fingers into the dirt. "I thought I would be released. I dared to hope... but I am still here."

"Your the lady. The one who was named after Caribbean music."

What the heck was he talking about now?

"Caribbean music." She repeated, her tone layered with anger.

"Yeah," the boy said. "Reggae? Merengue? Hold on, I'll get it." He snapped his fingers. "Calypso! But Percy said you were awesome. He said you were all sweet and helpful, not, um..."

"Yes?" she was curious what more he had to say.

"Uh, nothing."

Calypso's blood boiled. What you be sweet if the gods forgot their promise to let you go? Would you be sweet if they laughed at you by sending another hero, but a hero who looked like- like you?!" She looked him over again. He had dark hair, tanned skin, and warm brown eyes. He was medium height, but somehow, that worked in his favor. He actually looked kind of nice, despite having fallen out of the sky. Not that Calypso would ever admit that.

"Is this a trick question?"

Calypso spat some more Ancient Greek, and headed toward her cave.

"Hey!" the boy followed her.

Was he ever going to leave her alone?