Journal VIII: The Caves of Calypso

The sea has brought me to the lovely nymph goddess Calypso, who, though I protested, has taken me to be her own. I tell her that I already have a wife and she pays no attention. She forces me to lie beside her in her bed every night, and says that she shall never let me go. I am running out of ink, and I fear that I shall never again see glorious Ithaca though that is what my heart desires more than this.

I have discovered a strange ink in one of Calypso's cupboards. It has been almost a year now, and she has kept me under her spell, taking away all thoughts of home. She is out right now though I know not what she is doing. I still long for Ithaca, but my memory of the place is growing faint... I think she is returning, I must hide this.

It has been too long for me to count that I have been here, trapped, but now I shall finally leave. Hermes has come with orders from Zeus to let me go, and Calypso has given me a fast sailing ship named for her, so I shall not forget this time we have had. I have a new hope, one of home, and that I may see my beautiful Penelope, and Telemachus, my beloved son. Praise almighty Zeus of the heavens.