Of all the animals Circe had conjured up to do her bidding, Phoebe, the gorgeous white doe, was her favorite.

She often dispatched the Phoebe to distract and confuse unwanted visitors to Ogygia. Starving, marooned sailors would try to hunt the timid, swift-footed creature, only to be lead on a pointless chase all over the island. Sometimes, Phoebe brought them to a edge of a cliff and then disappear, causing her pursuers to fall to their deaths.
Circe loved Phoebe. She fed her dried barley from her own hand and stroked her large, pink ears. The doe often accompanied Circe on her daily walks and as she did her chores.
Calypso found her mother's beloved pet drinking from a freshwater spring on her way to meet up with Hazel on the beach. Phoebe was startled by a loud noise and dashed off into the hills.

"What type of plants are those?" Hazel asked when they arrived at a bathing pool on the far side of the island. To get there, they had to pass through the meadow where the moonlace grew and climb down a cliff face. The cliffs and rocks which made up the perimeter of Ogygia had formed a tidal pool large enough and deep enough for swimming.

"Are they some kind of jasmine?" Lady Piper said. "They smell like jasmine."
The scent of moonlace wafted down from the meadow and neutralized the pungent stench of low tide.
"They're called moonlace," Calypso replied. "We use it in our pharmakeia."
She told them the legend behind moonlace and it's different properties and uses. Her talk of pharmakeia fascinated Hazel, who was familiar with the plants found in your average garden and the basic culinary and medicinal skills every housewife would know. The idea that a plant could do more than just season food, keep away bad smells, or make a medicine amazed her.
The three girls rambled down to the bathing pool. They undressed and went swimming.
"We have a bathing pool like this at my father's estate in Cyprus," Piper said. "Ogygia is a lot like Cyprus but the cliffs are pinkish-yellow instead of white." She splashed the water. "My father must be worried sick about me. I wish we could figure out how to save Annabeth instead of just sitting around doing nothing."
"Did you see which way it went?" Percy appeared on the cliff above them.
"I think it went that way," Jason replied.
He gestured for the rest of the hunting party to follow him down to the bathing pool: Frank and Thalia and their bows and Jason, Percy, and Reyna with their spears.
"I get to finish the beast off," Reyna said as she ran down the rock face without any regard for her own safety.
"You finished it off last time," Thalia replied.
"Why don't we see who gets to it first."
"You're on!"
Jason laughed as the two girls raced each other down to the shore, kicking up sand.
"The Greek Atalanta against the Latin Camilla," he said, referring to two heroines famed for their swift feet.
"I better catch up the them and make sure they don't rip each other apart," Percy added. "Come, Frank."
Jason stopped to rest by the bathing pool and cheer Reyna on. Piper tried to climb out of the water before he noticed she was there but the sound of slashing water caused him to turn around.
He gasped when he saw her naked body glistening in the sun and blushed like a maiden. Calypso knew that Jason was betrothed to Reyna but she had never seen him look at Reyna the way he was looking at Piper.
Piper reached for her chiton and covered herself with it.
"Excuse me, My Lady," Jason said before running off to join the rest of his hunting party.

Calypso returned to her cave at sunset. Her mother frantically paced back and forth in the mouth of the cave, calling out for Phoebe.
"Mitír," Calypso said. "What's the matter?"
"I can't find Phoebe," Calypso replied. "I've been calling for her all day. She always comes when I call for her."
Circe's hair and rose colored chiton looked disheveled. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Saw her by the spring this morning and that's the last I've seen of her."
"Do you seen that plume of smoke off in the distance?"
"Yes."
"Some sailors must have landed on our beach. Dammit! I thought I'd put a stronger protection spell over the island."
"It smells like they're cooking something...something delicious. I'm hungry. Are you hungry, Mitír? I wonder if Aunt Hecate is done with dinner?"
"Stay close to the cave, Calypso. I'll figure out how to deal with these intruders."

The flickering light of Calypso's oil lamp cast a shadow over a winged figure that flew alongside of her. At first, she thought it might be Glauce.  It landed on a branch hanging over the entrance to the caves. Calypso lifted her lamp to get a better look at the creature.
A hazel-eyed hawk with milky feathers stared back at her. It flapped its wing, the edges of which were mottled with a subtle reddish-brown color, and let out a hoarse shriek, something like a scream, before flying off.

The first person Calypso came across when entering the camp was Athenaíí. The slave girl stared at her reflection in a small looking glass and tried to straighten out a perceived bend in her nose.
"Good evening," Hazel walked over to Calypso. "We have grilled venison kabobs left over from dinner if you'd like some."
"No thank you," Calypso replied. "I'm still full from dinner."

"Princess Reyna and Princess Thalia hunted a dear today and we sacrificed it to the Maiden Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, so maybe she'll help us." 
"I could smell the meat roasting and the bones and fat burning from my cave."
Calypso noticed a white deer hide hanging on the wall of the cave.
"Oh gods."
"What's the matter?"
Before Calypso could explain, she was interrupted by an eerie shrieking sound. She turned around and saw the white hawk sitting on a rock at the mouth of the cave.

"How long have you been disobeying me?" Circe said when Calypso returned home. Calypso had thought her mother was asleep when she snuck out that night.
"Mitír..." she replied.
"Don't try to make excuses, just answer my question."
Her shouting awoke Hecate, who sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.
"What's going on?" she said.
"This foolish girl has been sneaking out every night. The crew of a ship is hiding out in the limestone caves and she goes to meet with them. Two of the strangers hunted and killed my poor Phoebe."
The hawk, Calypso thought.
"You had one of your creatures follow me?" she cut in.
"I let it go when you helped that blacksmith boy but now you go and allow a whole crew to run amuck on our island..."
She raised a hand to strike Calypso.
"I'll explain everything," Hecate said.
She told Circe the whole story: how Princess Annabeth had washed up on Ogygia; how she turned the princess into a owl to hide her; how her betrothed and his friends had come to rescue her.
"They don't mean us any harm, Circe."
"Will you still believe that when they go back to Athens and tell everyone about the wicked witches who turned their princess into a woodland bird? They'll want blood for this crime."
"If we just leave them alone then..."
Circe raised her wand. Hecate opened her mouth and roared. A white tail crept out from under her chiton. Her hands and feet became white paws. Fur the same pale grayish-white as the sand of Ogygia started growing all over her body.
Calypso shrieked when a lioness prowled where her aunt had stood.

"And now to deal with you..."