A/N: Hiya! I'm back! Thanks so much to those of you who read and faced and followed and reviewed last chapter! You are a big help to the development of this story and potential future stories. Your support means a lot.

Anyway, hope you like chapter 2!

Calypso had hoped that the demigod would leave her alone after she ran off - but of course, the little brat decided to follow her.

She was down on her knees in her vegetable garden, stabbing at the weeds with her trowel and muttering curses under her breath even as tears streamed down her face, when she heard him come in with a "Holy Hephaestus" of surprise as he took in her home.

She gritted her teeth in annoyance. Of course he'd followed her. They always did. Odysseus, Drake, even Percy had followed her around the island for quite a good portion of their stays - it was only natural this one would do so as well. Her efforts against the weeds grew even fiercer; she practically tore the dirt beneath her apart in her anger as she literally hacked at it. Flecks of soil were now coating her arms, face and dress, but she didn't really care. She was far more focused on trying to vent her anger about this whole stupid situation on the weeds.

Vaguely, she was aware of the boy approaching her from the side. He stared down at her for several minutes, taking in her disheveled appearance and the vigor in which she was attacking the plants. There was no admiration in his gaze, like there had been in the others' - only mild curiosity and maybe a touch of irritation. Calypso wished that he'd stop staring at her like that. She felt like a laboratory specimen (that was the modern term, right?), sitting there as some kook in a white coat looked at her and prodded her with pointy things. This boy was looking at her in a similar manner.

"I think you've punished the dirt enough," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. She paused her digging to look up and glower at him.

"Just go away," she said bitterly.

He shuffled his feet, seemingly uncomfortable. "You're crying," he said softly, looking her up and down. Great. Now he was pitying her.

"None of your business," Calypso muttered, annoyed. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? "It's a big island. Just… find your own place. Leave me alone." She gestured in a random direction. "Go that way maybe."

He didn't move. "So, no magic raft. No other way off this island?"

She could feel her temper rising again. "Apparently not!" she snapped.

"What am supposed to do then?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sit in the sand dunes until I die?"

That option actually sounded pretty good to her. "That would be fine…"

There was just one problem with it, however.

She glared up at the sky and cursed again. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

The demigod's eyes widened marginally.

"Hold up." He put up his hands. "I'm going to need some more information here."

A snarl escaped her lips. What did he think she was, an oracle?! She didn't have time for his stupid questions!

"You don't want me in your face, that's cool," he continued. "I don't want to be here either." (Well that's something, at least, she thought sourly). "But I'm not going to go die in a corner. I have to get off this island. There's got to be a way. Every problem has a fix."

She laughed bitterly. He was so naive, she almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

"You haven't lived very long, if you still believe that," she stated flatly. No, he hadn't lived very long at all. He was what, fifteen? Sixteen? He was practically a child by mortal standards, let alone compared to the gods. Compared to her.

He gave her a long look, as if he were reassessing her. She let him. She might as well - she had a feeling that at this point, making him go away wasn't going to be possible.

"You said something about a curse," he said, carefully.

She sighed, placing her trowel on the ground. Her fingers had started losing their circulation from clutching it so hard - they were as stiff as ten useless pieces of wood. She flexed them, trying to return some of the feeling back into the stubborn appendages.

"Yes," she told him tiredly. "I cannot leave Ogygia. My father, Atlas, fought against the gods, and I supported him."

The boy's eyes bugged. "Atlas." He swallowed nervously. "As in the Titan Atlas?"

Another stab of annoyance shot through her. "Yes, you impossible little…" she trailed off. As annoying as he was, that insult was a little too strong, even for him. Instead, she sighed again and continued explaining. "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 promise - "

"Percy," the boy cut in. Recognition sparked in his eyes. "Percy Jackson?"

Calypso tried to hold her emotion in. She'd shown enough weakness in front of this boy as it was. But she couldn't help it. A tear slipped down her cheek as she thought of him - his tousled black hair, his beautiful sea-green eyes, the sweet half-smile that he'd give her when he thought she wasn't looking…

She watched her companion's expression change as the truth dawned on him. His face softened.

"Percy came here." It wasn't a question.

She clenched her fingers, digging them into the soil. She took a deep breath. Then another. After the third, she was ready to speak.

"I-I thought's I would be released," she confessed. She cringed at how her voice shook. "I dared to hope… but I am still here."

The boy bit his lip, rocking back on his heels a little bit as he thought. She watched him as he slowly reached into his tool belt and took out some little pieces of metal and began fiddling with them. It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't a little bit fascinated by the way his hands were moving. He moved so fast, his hands were a blur of motion as he twisted the little bits around in his fingers. And he did it all without even looking down at his work - it was all automatic, like he wasn't even consciously aware that he was doing it.

Then his hands stilled. His eyes widened. The pieces of metal fell from his hands.

"You're that lady. The one who was named after Caribbean music."

And just like that, the anger was back again. She could feel her cheeks heating with her fury. Her hands clenched into fists.

"Caribbean music," she said flatly. Of all the things that could've made him realize who she was, his memory was triggered by a silly little brand of mortal music?! What was this, some kind of joke?!

"Yeah," he continued, completely oblivious. "Reggae? Merengue? Hang on, I'll get it."

She was just about ready to rip his tongue out of his head if he dared to continue. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Calypso!" He sounded ridiculously proud of himself, like it was a real accomplishment to remember who she was, even though as a demigod he had to have heard plenty of stories about her (especially considering that the dolt was personally acquainted with Percy Jackson).

His face clouded in confusion. "But Percy said you were awesome. He said you were all sweet and helpful, not, um…"

She stood abruptly, her hands curling into claws. She glared at him, daring him to finish that sentence. "Yes?"

The boy blanched. "Uh, nothing."

Calypso was furious. "Would you be sweet if the gods forgot their promise to let you go?" she snarled. "Would you be sweet if they laughed at you by sending another hero, but a hero who looked like - like you?"

"Is that a trick question?" he squeaked.

"Di immortales!" She'd had enough of this. She turned and stormed off towards her cave.

"Hey!" The demigod scrambled after her.

Calypso had already started to clean the dirt off of her arms when he finally caught up to her. She turned and glared at him, wishing for the hundredth time that he would just go away and let her be miserable in peace.

He cleared his throat, letting her know that she should brace herself for a big speech.

"So… I get why you're angry. You probably never want to see another demigod again. I guess that didn't sit right when, us, Percy left you -"

What did he know? Had he ever been trapped on an island and forced to fall in love with every person who was unlucky enough to wash up there? Had he been abandoned over and over again in favor of some other faceless lowlife that had somehow managed to capture the heart of the person he loved?

"He was only the latest!" she snapped, throwing another glare in the demigod's direction. "Before him, it was that pirate Drake. And before him, Odysseus." Not to mention Perseus and Heracles and Chris and Marco and Dominic…

"They were all the same!" she added. "The gods send me the greatest heroes, the ones I cannot help, but…"

"You fall in love with them," the boy finished. "And then they leave you."

So he did remember her curse. Well, that was something, at least.

Her bottom lip began to quiver. "That is my curse," she said miserably. She didn't know why she was bearing her soul to this insufferable moron, but it still felt good to talk about it to someone, even if that someone was him. "I had hoped to be free of it by now, but here I am, still stuck on Ogygia after three thousand years."

"Three thousand?" the boy asked incredulously. He gaped at her. "Uh, you look good for three thousand."

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Only a mortal would focus on that fact over all of the other information she'd just given him. Her lip curled.

"And now… the worst insult of all," she added venomously. "The gods mock me by sending you."

The moment she said it, Calypso realized that she'd gone too far. First, the boy's face clouded with hurt - but that hurt was quickly replaced by anger. His eyes flashed dangerously. He clenched his hands into fists, his lips pressing together in a thin line. He regarded her as if she was some unpleasant gunk that he had very nearly stepped in.

Guilt plunged into her gut once again.

"Fine," he snapped, fuming. "I'll leave you alone. I'll build something myself and get off this stupid island without your help."

She shook her head slowly. Once again, she found herself feeling sorry for him. He just didn't get it.

"You don't understand, do you?" she asked. "The gods are laughing at both of us. If the raft will not appear, that means they've closed Ogygia. You're stuck here the same as me. You can never leave."