Shipwrecked- Calypso

A man washed up on the beach of my island. He seemed lifeless, beaten and weak. I approached, prepared to push him back into the sea and cast him off to his watery grave. He moved and groaned, pain visibly rippling throughout his body. What had this man done to anger the Gods so? I carried him to my home, my cave. I cared for him as he rested and recovered. I brought him delicious food and slowly restored his strength. During this time, I began to view the man differently. As the days and months passed, he told me the stories of his amazing adventures, his cunning, his bravery. He was no longer a weak vulnerable man, but a strong warrior built for surviving. I offered him immortality, I offered him the possibility of spending eternity together. He declined, so I kept him. I kept him captive on my island, in my cave, for seven years, trying to persuade him to change his mind. He never did. I had no plans to release Odysseus, not until Athena came with force. She ordered that I let him go, and help him on his next journey, and I obeyed. I gave him the supplies he needed to build a raft. He was a quick builder, and I soon found myself waving farewell as I bid my Odysseus goodbye.