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This chapter is slightly longer, but I hope you enjoy. Tell me if I am updating too fast. :P

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"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.

As Calypso entered her garden, her nose was immediately assaulted by the usual comforting smells—cedar, juniper, jasmine, peaches, and fresh herbs. She took a deep breath through her nose and tried to relax.

Calypso was soon well into her work. As her hands rhythmically followed the same pattern, again and again, skilled after millennia of practising, she allowed her mind to wander.

Shovel, sow, bury, water. Shovel, sow, bury, water.

She had been digging for a good half an hour now, and the sky was properly dark. Luckily there were lanterns around her cave.

Shovel, sow bury, water.

At one point, she accidently stabbed her left hand with the shovel. Cursing under her breath, she gazed around, shaking out her injured hand

The flowers looked so beautiful in the full moon tonight. Especially the moonlace in the corner of the garden, its petals were literally glowing. So pure and beautiful. One thought quickly lead to another, and now Calypso was thinking of him. The way his raven-black hair hung in his eyes, and his lopsided smile that sent flutters do—stop it, Calypso. You're over him now. You don't care about him anymore. He has Annabeth and all those friends at that camp he talked about. He doesn't need you anymore. These thoughts only dampened her mood even more. She had really thought that he could be the special one, the hero who would free her from her destiny.

But now she was stuck with a thick-headed moron who had a smoking sphere and table-wrecking tendencies.

Muttering rather rude things about the gods and the boy, Calypso began to unconsciously stab at the soil with a trowel. Her worst suspicions had been confirmed. The raft didn't appear when called. Something else was needed; her affection. She knew she could never love this boy, he was scrawny, irritating and unimpressive. It was bad enough that Percy had left, she now felt like there was nothing left to live for. But now, this? Calypso felt tears brimming up in her eyes.

A throat cleared behind her. "I think you've punished that dirt enough."

Speak of the devil.

She looked up, to see the boy standing there. Why was he here? To irritate her even more? She scowled at him.

"Just go away."

He looked at her, an expression of concern taking over his face. "You're crying."

Well, duh. "None of your business," she mumbled bitterly. "It's a big island. Just…find your own place. Leave me alone." She waved vaguely towards a random direction. "Go that way, maybe."

"So no magic raft. No other way off the island?"

"Apparently not!" she snapped.

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

That seemed like a great option to Calypso. "That would be fine.…" But there was just one flaw. Throwing down her trowel in anger, she cursed at the sky for the, what was it, fifth time? She had lost count. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

The boy looked dazed, as if she had slapped him in the face (which was kind of tempting, really). "I'm going to need some more information here," he said. "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's got to be a way. Every problem has a fix."

Calypso laughed bitterly. He was really naïve. "You haven't lived very long, if you still believe that."

The boy shivered involuntarily, it seemed, then studied her face carefully, as if seeing her in a new light.

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

Calypso looked down, flexing her fingers. If he was going to be stuck here with her, he might as well know the truth.

"Yes," she reluctantly sighed. "I cannot leave Ogygia. My father, Atlas, fought against the gods, and I supported him." There. It was out in the air now. Let him think what he thought about her.

Instead, he looked stunned and confused. "Atlas," the boy, concentrating for a moment. "As in the Titan Atlas?"

Gods, how thick can a boy get?

"Yes, you impossible little…"

Okay, that profanity was a little too harsh.

At least he didn't look sickened or something. After the earlier events, she wouldn't put it past him.

So she continued. "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 interrupted, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Percy Jackson?"

Her strength crumbled. Hearing someone else saying his name made it seem ten times worse. A rebellious tear trickled down her cheek.

"Percy came here," he said, finally connecting the dots.

Calypso dug her fingers into the soil. "I—I thought I would be released. I dared to hope…but I am still here." A fire sputtered out in her heart.

The boy was silent a moment. Then he tentatively started talking again.

"You're that lady," the boy ventured. "The one that was named after Caribbean music."

A new spark of anger flashed dangerously in her chest. Caribbean music? Was that how she was remembered now? Through mortal entertainment?

"Caribbean music," she repeated slowly.

Apparently, the boy was too oblivious to take a hint, and rambled on.

"Yeah. Reggae?" The boy shook his head, deep in thought. "Merengue? Hold on, I'll get it."

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "Calypso! But Percy said you were awesome. He said you were all sweet and helpful, not, um…"

Calypso shot to her feet, furious. "Yes?"

The boy shrunk under her glare. "Uh, nothing."

Percy. Percy, Percy, Percy.

All of a sudden, Calypso's fury was too much to keep pent-up in her chest. She was angry, angry at the angry at the gods, angry at the boy in front of her, angry at the world.

Percy, Percy, Percy.

The sparks inside her expanded, and then they exploded.

That was it for today, I will definitely update later this week. If you see any mistakes in the story or in grammar or spelling, please alert me! Review please, how was this chapter? What did I do well? Is there something I should change or improve on? ;)

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