The storm was larger than most. I walk to the shore of my island. I look up at the sky. Thor was angry. He was really angry. Njord must have had a temper. I saw the sea. It was high as mountains. I saw it crash on my shore. I felt the wind's wrath. I felt the sea's rage. I let out a breath.

The shore is still clean, but I wonder what has washed up. I haven't seen a storm like that in some time, not since I first landed onto the island. I first was imprisoned. I look down and I see the crabs moving away. I turn. I see a blob on the shore. It looked like some kind of animal. I walk over.

As I get closer, I realize it's a person. My eyes widen and I start running. It's a man! It's a man on my island shore. I kneel before him. Wow... he's cute. He's a lot smaller than I thought. His chest was ripped open from the storm. He looks dead. I turn my head, huh... he's missing a leg. I'm not sure if he's dead or not. I turn. Did Odin send me another visitor? A new man? A husband at last? Someone other than the mindless servants that don't talk to me? I poke him. 

He doesn't move. Huh... maybe he really is dead. I hear him breath a raspy breath. Oh! He's alive, but he's hurt. He's hurt bad. His arms were bleeding. His clothes were ripped. He's probably been out for a day at least. I put my hand on his chest. It starts glowing. 

"Come on. Come back to life my love." I say.