The island

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I woke up on a sandy beach. The sun was shining, the waves were rolling, and the birds were chirping.

(What the hell?)

I got up, brushing the damp sand off my legs, and arms. This place looked oddly like one of those beaches you see on a photo from google Images. I walked down the beach, looking at all the odd things that had washed up one beaches. Ships, rafts, swords, knives, shields, lots of weird stuff. Anyway, I walked until I saw a nice little area with shade and a little stream of water. I sat down on a palm tree log and watched the waves roll for a second.

(I must've washed up somewhere along the coast of Florida or something, we were almost there by the time we jumped ship.)

I smiled and closed my eyes and let the warm breeze blow my wet hair back from my face. I let he breeze dry my clothes and hair, then I took a sip from the stream that ran down the side of the hill in the jungle.

I walked down the beach until I came across my bag. It was soaked through, but felt like It still had all of my stuff in it. I slung it over my shoulder and kept walking.

It wasn't long until I came across a little house on the beach.

(Finally, someone can help me out of here.) I ran over to the house and peered inside. The walls were made of bamboo and the furniture was made out of bamboo with hawiian print cushions.

"Hello?" I called.

No one answered.

I walked outside where a huge garden of plants that were exotic, beautiful, and odd all at the same time. There were even plants which I had no idea what they were. I walked to the back of the house where a girl was working in the garden.

"Oh finally!" I sighed as I tapped her on the shoulder.

The girl turned to face me, and stood up. She had light brown hair in an intricate braid down her back, and pale skin. She was wearing an old fashioned white greek chiton.

"Hello." She said. Her voice was like a song from a faraway land.

"Hi, I was wondering if you know where I am." I told her.

"You are in Ogygia." She says.

"Is that anywhere nar Miami?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"We'll, have you seen anyone esle?" I asked until I remembered something. "Oh gods! Ethan!" I panicked.

The girl looked at me with rememberance. "I believe you are referring to the young man I found on the beach a few hours ago." She said. "Tall, dark, eyepatch?"

"That's him."

She started walking back to her hut, beckoning for me to follow.

I walked back with her. She led me into a room where Ethan was sleeping. I breathed a sigh of relief. He looked so peaceful, not bleeding, fighting, or scowling.

It was kinda nice.

I looked to the girl who had saved him. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome."

"May I ask your name?" I asked her.

"My name Is Calypso." She told me. "What's your name?"

"I'm Pamela, and He's Ethan." I pointed to him.

Calypso sat down on her couch. I sat down on an identical chair.

"You must be hungry." She said as a bowl of berries sat in my lap.

"Who did that?!" I asked and looked around furiously.

"On Ogygia, my servants are the winds." She told me.

"Oh, well then thank you." I said in the direction in the wind as I bit into a raspberry.

Calypso looked back into the doorway of where Ethan was resting. " I see you're awake." She said.

I looked back to see Ethan leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. He was wearing a white t-shirt and white linen pants. It was kind of nice to see him in white and not black for once. The only thing that was black was his eyepatch.

I was so happy that he was alive that I ran over to him as fast as I could and flung my arms around his shoulders.

Ethan wobbled for a moment and tried to regain his balance.

"Sorry." I blushed.

His face was extremely pale, but other than that and the numerous wounds, he was fine. I smiled and led him over to the couch. Calypso got up and helped me lay Ethan down. I sat down next to him and put his head in my lap.

"Where are we?" He asked wearily.

"You are on Ogygia." Said Calypso.

"Good to know." Said Ethan, closing his eyes.

Calypso stood up. "If you don't mind I have some work to do in the garden, but I'll be back later. Just make yourself at home." She called as she walked out the door.

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