No, no, no, no. No, there HAD to be SOME way off this island. He doesn't belong here. He CAN'T just sit around and pretend everything is fine just because Calypso insists so. She didn't understand- no, she doesn't WANT to understand. She doesn't understand that he NEEDS to get home. That even through prowling through leaves and trees and bushes of the island, each and every single time he encounters GHOSTS. He's pushing past Polities, pushing past Eurylochus, pushing past his own mother, pushing past-
A rustle. Other than his own.
It causes him to stop immediately. Now in the depths of the forest with no sword. No weapon. And what makes it all the eerier are Calypso's words echoing in his mind: "No one can come nor go, my island stays unknown."
He's cautious. Grabbing a nearby stick as a makeshift weapon. Luring low, using the large leaves of a bush to mask himself. "Who goes there?"
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