Calypso ran outside as fast as her legs could carry her. Her heart was fluttering with excitement, and her mind was buzzing with nervousness. Even though she knew a person could only find Ogygia once, she still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, Percy had returned.

Her hopes were crushed. And so was her new table.

Sitting on top of the splintered wood was a scrawny teenager, probably around 15. He was tinkering with some sort of mechanical device that Calypso had never seen before. Calypso bubbled with a sudden burst of anger.

"What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!" She suddenly screeched, shocked at how angry her voice sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just fell out of the sky. I constructed a helicopter in midair, burst into flames halfway down, crash-landed, and barely survived. But by all means, LETS TALK ABOUT YOUR DINING TABLE!"

Calypso was appalled. No one had ever been so blunt and sarcastic with her in her life! She started to reply, but the guy started talking again.

"Who puts a dining table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who does that?"

Calypso was downright shocked. He had been rude to her, he had mocked her, and now he was making fun of her decor. What sort of sick joke were the gods playing on her, sending her this excuse for a half blood? Suddenly, her anger directed itself away from the boy, and onto the Olympians themselves.

"REALLY?" she barked at the sky. "You want to make my curse even worse? Zeus! Hephaestus! Hermes! HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"

The boy looked at her like she had gone insane, which she pretty much had.

"I doubt their listening," he informed her. "You know, with the whole split personality thing..."

Calypso was barely hearing him, because she was still busy screaming at the sky.

"Show yourself! It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough that you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You thinks its funny to send me this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? THIS IS NOT FUNNY! Take him back!"

Calypso sucked in a deep breath. Her throat felt raspy from all the screaming, which made her more angry than she already was.

"Hey sunshine, I'm right here, you know."

That really sent her over the edge.

"Do NOT call me sunshine! Get up and come with me RIGHT NOW so I can get you off my island."

Calypso almost felt bad for being so mean to him, but then she remembered why she was mad, and the guilt flew away.

As they walked up the beach, Calypso turned around to look at the wreckage that the boy had caused.

"This was a pristine beach. Look at it now!"

"Yeah, my bad," the boy replied. Calypso thought he might be legitimately apologizing, but then he kept talking. "I should have crashed on one of the other islands. Oh wait, THERE AREN'T ANY!

What he said sounded so ridiculous, that Calypso was tempted to laugh. How can someone be so annoying and rude, and so entertaining at the same time?

For a moment, Calypso wondered if she might grow to like this boy, but she quickly thrust the thought out of her head. No way was she going to fall in love with a hero again. Every time she did, she ended up getting her heart broken.

Nope. No way, no how. Calypso was absolutely, positively, NOT going to fall in love with this hero. In fact, she hated him already, and they had only met a few moments ago. If she could only get the gods to take the boy back before she changed her mind, everything would be perfect.