Athena's silvery loom clicked back forth. Calypso sat Indian-style on the bed, waiting for Athena to start the story.
"The blind poet Homer once told the story of the Odyssey. He told you that the last stop of Odysseus before returning to Penelope was Ogygia, home of the sea nymph Calypso."
Calypso nodded. "My namesake."
Athena continued.” In the Odyssey, does it ever explain why Calypso lives on Ogygia?"
Calypso racked her memory, but nothing came to mind so she shook her head.
Athena smiled. "Here lies the answer to your question."
Calypso looked around room and knew for a fact she wasn't the first to live there. Things were neat, but used. Calypso put her hands in her lap and listened to Athena.
"Calypso was an ordinary sea-nymph, who made her home the beach. She was sweet, playful, beautiful, and a little cunning. Everyone loved her, especially Aphrodite. One day, while she was surrounded by her group of suitors, one foolish man proclaimed that Calypso was more beautiful than Aphrodite. The rest agreed, and this continued for days, comparing the Sea-nymph's beauty to Aphrodite's. Aphrodite was angry, but held back her wrath for three days, for Calypso was born of the sea like herself. But on that third day, the same foolish man who first compared Calypso to Aphrodite told Calypso that Aphrodite was nothing, that the love goddess was insignificant in comparison to Calypso. That was the proverbial last straw for Aphrodite. She turned Calypso's suitors into doves and banished her once-favored nymph to Ogygia.
"This is it, isn't it? I'm on Ogygia." Calypso leaned against the rocky cave wall and tried to take in what Athena was telling her. "But what does this have to do with me?"
"Recently, Calypso escaped. She could be half way around the world or right under our noses, but her name does her justice. Calypso is in fact the hidden one, a blind spot in the gods’ eyes. Aphrodite was furious, and her anger masked her reason. When she found you, she was too happy to think rationally. You are a pretty Greek girl, and appear the same age as Calypso. Charles Royce was her pawn. He was to kidnap the goddess Calypso, and make her unstable so she could never escape again. Aphrodite didn't know the dangerous game she was playing, and I did my best to keep you from insanity's cold, bleak shores. When you arrived here, mortal and not the person Aphrodite thought you were, Aphrodite was proved wrong, something she does not take well."
"But why won't she let me go home? Please help me go home, Athena." Calypso begged, her green eyes big and pleading.
Athena smiled sympathetically. "I am not permitted to meddle in your life anymore, Calypso. Aphrodite refuses to be wrong, and now she will say that she brought you here for love. She will say that true love lives on this island, a couple worthy of immortal Olympus." Athena threw a silver blanket on the bed, a perfect birds eye view of the island weaved into it.
A couple worthy of immortal Olympus...what does that mean? Aphrodite wouldn't force me to fall out of love, I'm already in love with Jason. That must mean she's bringing Jason here. Poor Jason, He'll never get to be a teacher. Calypso slipped out of the room and decided to take a walk. She heard the Click-clack of the loom and knew that Athena started on a new project. She wandered into the garden and her stomach started to growl. She popped a few dark grapes into her mouth, and savored the sweet taste. She tasted food after food, in awe of the other Calypso's gardening skills. After washing her sticky hands and drinking the cool spring water Calypso sat on a slab of rock and watched the breathtaking sunset. After a while her eyes started to feel heavy, so she closed them and let the world go dark.
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Calypso opened her heavy eyelids and blinked in the harsh morning sunlight. She started to stretch, but she was something that made her whip her body around fast she heard her back crack.
Oh God, a man!
Calypso hid behind a rock and tried to figure out what to do. It was a man alright, but it wasn't Jason. He was tall, at least a head taller that Calypso's 5'6 frame. His black hair hung in loose curls to his shoulders and his olive skin was darkened by many days in the sun. He held his black shirt in his hand, and Calypso looked away blushing when she found herself staring at his abs. He was walking around a blue and white fishing boat, swearing and scowling.
Fix your boat and leave, Calypso thought. You're going to ruin everything.
Calypso's foot fell asleep, so she repositioned her self, hitting her leg on the rock. She managed to stifle the scream, but the dull thud blew her cover. She ducked lower behind the rock, but it was too late.
"Who's there?" The man called out with a thick Greek accent.
Calypso scrunched down as far as she could and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make herself invisible. The man started to walk toward Calypso's hiding place
"I'm not going to hurt you." He called out, getting closer and closer to the rock Calypso was hiding behind. Butterflies got wilder and wilder in Calypso's stomach until a hand appeared in front of her face. With a sigh, Calypso took it and pulled herself up, finding herself face-to-face with the handsome man. Calypso backed up a few steps and hung her head, doing her best to avoid eye contact.
"What's your name?" he asked slowly in English, then in Greek. Calypso hesitated for a second, then decided she had nothing to lose. She straitened her back and brushed sand off her tunic.
"Calypso Baros, from Detroit, Michigan."
He gave her a look. "Michigan? In America? What are you doing here?"
Calypso dodged the question "What's your name?" She asked
"Adonis Costas, from Mesta, Greece. If you're not going to tell me why you're here, at least tell me where I am."
Calypso bit her lip and sat down. "It's a long story."
He gave her a funny look, but gestured to his broken boat. "I have time." He sat down next to her and waited for her to start. Calypso took a deep breath.
"This is going to sound crazy." She warned him, and she told the story from the beginning.
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Adonis stared at Calypso. "You expect me to believe this? This is completely crazy! You're completely crazy."
"I'm not crazy, trust me, I know what it feel's like."
"Prove it."
Calypso thought for a minute, and could tell Adonis was starting to get impatient.
"Come with me." She gestured to the cave where Athena sat at her loom.
He just stood there, looking longingly at his broken boat.
"I'm not going hurt you."
He started to walk slowly, and Calypso opened the flap leading into the dimly lit interior of the cave. Adonis ducked his head and walked in. Sure enough, Athena still sat on her stool, weaving what looked like another blanket.
"Lady Athena?" Calypso asked timidly.
She turned around, and when she saw Adonis she gave a faint smile.
"So the Fates have decreed."
Athena touched Adonis' temple gently, like she did for Calypso. Adonis Pulled his head back and touched his forehead. Calypso looked over at Athena, who just shrugged.
"He has all of his sanity; he was just stubbornly in denial. So all I did was shock some sense into him." Athena looked at Adonis with disgust. "Put your shirt on Adonis, you are in the company of women."
He unwrinkled his shirt and pulled it on. He looked surprisingly ordinary in his black tee-shirt, blue jeans, and beaded necklace. It stood out in old-fashioned cave and with the ancient style clothing of the women. Adonis started to pace around the roomy cave while Athena continued her work. Calypso's fingers started to itch, and she wished she had her sketching tools. She started to absently wonder if weaving was a good enough substitute for sketching when all of Adonis' fury erupted as he yelled, “There has to be a way to get out of here!"
Calypso looked over at Athena and asked, "Are you allowed to meddle in his life? Because if you are-"
Calypso didn't even get to finish her sentence before a familiar female voice called out, "No, she is not. You are both mine now."
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