It was not bad, what she planned to do was no bad. After all the Gods has done much worse than she and they were still free to roam around after their exploits no consequences hanging over their heads. What more could be done to her that had not already been done to her. No what she was doing was not wrong...
The fact she was questioning told her the Titan that what she was doing was wrong but why should she not experience the same happiness as others? Spending thousands of years alone on her island with no one to call her own only the emptiness of so called paradise cloying and sticky.
The partners they came and went. Men who claimed to love her, claimed that they would stay until they were healed and no longer needed her help only wanting her body until the inevitable day when she fell in love and they would drift away with their promises of return when really they went back to whatever wives they had been too ready to forget.
She of course was to blame she was a witch a sorceress of a mystical island who held men against their will. The one who was for eternity a lonesome creature yearning for one who would not leave.
So what if she kept this one this timeâŠwas she not allowed happiness? Damn the fates and the Olympians alike. She deserved this.
With a cold wet cloth in hand Calypso dabbed at the strangers brow wondering where he had traveled from and what he had done to be stranded on her island. âWhat tales will you have to tell me? What adventures have you experienced stranger?â Her mumbles not expect a response from him.
