The last thing you remember is the churning ocean growing closer to you after you fell off the ship, then everything went black. You find yourself waking up on a sandy beach. “Morning sleepyhead, you’ve resting for awhile” Someone says from beyond your view “you’ve washed up on my isle, my name is calypso, let me help you up” she helps you up and brings you to her hut, giving you tea to drink. “So there’s something you should know” she says with a solemn voice “people don’t leave my island” “Huh?” You ask. “There’s a magical barrier that stop anything from leaving” she says, demonstrating by throwing a stick out the window, you watch as it bounces back off of a seemingly invisible wall, “I’m sorry, but you will most likely live the rest of your life on this island. But I will always be here to keep you company”