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Hands on her hips, Calypso began to lose it. And before she could stop herself, she started yelling.

"What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!"

The boy turned around and glared at Calypso with an intense look of dislike.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "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—let's talk about your dining table!"

Calypso was taken aback. Never before, in her life on Ogygia, had any man spoken—or even looked—that way at her. How dare this boy, with his elfish stature and his strange bronze orb (which, by the way, was still smoking) crash onto her island and speak to her like that? She was going to teach that boy a lesson!

Before she could get a word out, however, the boy moved. Snatching up a half-melted goblet, he started speaking again. "Who puts a dining table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who does that?"

Clenching her fists, Calypso gave the stranger a look of loathing and turned toward the sky. This was all the gods' fault. And the Fates'. They knew she was suffering, but once again, they toyed with her, this time sending the scrawny, insufferable elf that just blew up her dining table. Beyond furious, she yelled at the heavens. "REALLY?" she screamed. "You want to make my curse even worse? Zeus! Hephaestus! Hermes! Have you no shame?"

The boy said something, but she wasn't listening.

"Show yourself!" she yelled again. "It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this—this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquillity? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!"

Said boy opened his mouth for the fourth time.

"Hey, Sunshine," he said. "I'm right here, you know."

Sunshine? Sunshine?! She had never been angrier.

Growling, Calypso turned her full attention to him. "Do not call me Sunshine!" She shouted. "Get out of that hole and come with me now so I can get you off my island!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

She honestly did not care what he thought. She was more concerned about him leaving as soon as possible and leaving her to her punishment in peace. This boy was mocking her existence by simply being here. Calypso started marching towards the shore, and the boy followed, jogging to catch up.

Gesturing to her dining table, Calypso grunted in disgust. "This was a pristine beach! Look at it now."

"Yeah, my bad," the boy muttered. "I should've crashed on one of the other islands. Oh, wait—there aren't any!"

Stopping at the shoreline, Calypso snarled. His constant snarkiness was irritating her. The boy ran into her from behind.

"Gah!"

She had to grab him by the arms to steady herself. He was strong for a scrawny person, she noted. A son of Hephaestus?

Glaring, she pushed him away. "All right. This spot is good. Now tell me you want to leave."

The boy blinked. "What?"

Calypso sighed. "Do you want to leave?" she demanded. "Surely you've got somewhere to go!"

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

"Fine," she snapped. "Just say, I want to leave Ogygia."

Looking slightly hurt, the boy said, "Uh, okay. I want to leave—whatever you just said."

Calypso sighed again, getting more impatient by the second.

"Oh-gee-gee-ah," she said, emphasising each syllable slowly, so his incredibly thick head could understand.

"I want to leave Oh-gee-gee-ah," he said.

Now he was just being an idiot. But she relaxed all the same. "Good. In a moment, a magical raft will appear. It will take you wherever you want to go."

"Who are you?"

Calypso tensed and opened her mouth, then decide against it. There wasn't any point telling him anything. So instead of telling him anything about herself, she said "It doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake."

Immediately, Calypso wished she could take the words back. She saw a glimmer of hurt in the boy's eyes before cold indifference replaced it. Apparently, he had been told this before.

Quickly, Calypso averted her eyes back to the shore. "Any minute now," she muttered.

Still no magical raft.

"Maybe it got stuck in traffic," the boy suggested, but Calypso hardly registered his comment. She was angry again.

"This is wrong! This is completely wrong!"

"So...plan B?" the boy asked. "You got a phone, or—"

"Argh!" Calypso turned and stomped inland. She was sick and exasperated by the turn of events. The sun had almost completed set, and she hadn't even started on that gardening. Annoyed, she sprinted into the groves and disappeared, not even caring that the boy was staring mutely at her retreating back.

I know this chapter might be slightly boring since it happened in the book, but obviously, Calypso and Leo meeting is quite important! Thanks for reading, and please review. :D

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