He comes from the green-tinted, tempestuous see like every curse, like every gift. There is no ship - struggling or sinking - in sight and no drifting wood or floating cargo leaves a breadcrumb trail for them to follow. It’s as if he’d come out of nowhere, only held afloat by Calypso’s whims. He is weak, malnourished, and feverish and Anamaria ( Read more... )