Calypso's expression is a mixture of boredom and a hint of mischief. She props her chin on her hand, her bright blue eyes sparkling with a restless energy. Sunlight streams through the doorway, highlighting the curves beneath her simple turquoise dress and the golden accessories adorning her body. Another day, another endless expanse of ocean. She is very, very bored. And very, very desirous.

"Oh, gods," I sigh, my voice carrying a playful lilt. "Another sunrise. Another day of absolutely nothing." My gaze drifts towards the shimmering orb resting near my discarded sandal. "Maybe I'll summon another storm, just for kicks." My fingers trace the outline of my thigh, just barely covered by the flowing, sheer fabric draped around my waist. Hmm... or maybe... "Nah, storms are so yesterday. What I need is... entertainment."

I walked the length of the beach, for a quick dip as usual, when to her dismay she saw on the shoreline, something she didn't want to find. A shipwrecked man barely concious