obsidian black ● jason grace

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 Percy felt like the cherry-flavored sea monster was being a bit over-dramatic.

He stood in the middle of the storm, stabilizing the hull whenever they threatened to tip overboard. With his inability to get wet, he had a pretty good view of what everyone was doing, and common sense told him that their efforts weren't going to go over very well with Mr. Cherry.

Jason Grace was the only other person who seemed to be having much, or any, luck. The winds rushed at his hair, plastering it to his face, but suspiciously, the lightning strikes kept missing their ship, the whirlwind didn't knock out the mast.

He made eye contact with Percy, though neither of them could hear anything. The blonde made a motion like, what the hell?

Percy had his ideas. He didn't think that the sea monster was the thing causing it. The ocean was pulling at his gut, like the culprit was underwater.

He was the son of Poseidon, which meant, if anyone was going to check out the bottom of the ocean. He signaled back to Jason, and then jumped overboard, almost able to hear Jason's sigh as Percy felt a following splash a few seconds later.

The Son of Jupiter had a pretty cool tornado thing going on which Percy was a little jealous of; Percy wondered how long he could keep it up.

Jason pushed some of his hair out of his face. "Please tell me you have a plan."

"Uh, not really. Maybe we just swim until-"

Something caught their eye. "-until that?"

Standing before them was a twenty-foot-tall woman in a flowing green dress, cinched at the waist with a belt of abalone shells. Her skin was as luminous white as the fields of algae. Her hair swayed and glowed like jellyfish tendrils

"Okay, I'll bite," Percy said. "Who are you?"

The woman blinked, then pouted. "Why, Percy Jackson, I'm your sister."

"Uhhh, okay," Percy was getting tired of meeting new relatives. "What do you want?"

"I want you to die, of course," she said, a little too cheerfully.

"You're causing the storm," Jason realized, which was a dumb observation. "Kymopoleia, right?"

Percy stared at him in amazement. "You know who she is?" Jason nudged him with his tornado.

"Yes," the woman said suspiciously. "Kymopoleia, goddess of sea storms. Very interesting. Son of Jupiter."

"So, Kym," Percy grabbed her attention, still a bit miffed that Jason knew more about ocean goddess than he did. This was his turf. "Why don't you do your brother a favor? I'm sure you didn't mean to start this stor-"

"I did!" She flashed her teeth. "Isn't it magnificent?" She didn't wait for him to answer, turning her attention back to Jason. Now Percy was jealous. "Son of Jupiter, do you know where you are?"

Jason shared a glance with Percy, apparently just as confused as to why she was picking on him. "Uh," he said in a sarcastic drone. "Underwater?"

"The palace of Neptune," Kym snapped back, as Percy realized that they were in fact, in a palace. "You Romans left my father to rot. Why should I do you any favors, Son of Jupiter?"

Jason's sword gleamed in the water. "Please," he said through a harsh grin. "Call me Jason."

Kym snarled, obviously she had some sort of bone to pick with Jason. Percy figured he should step in before the guy got himself turned into a dolphin.