In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
or
In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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"Percy wake up," Juliet shook his shoulder trying to get Percy to wake up as the hippocampi whined and land approached.
She didn't know how long she had slept but the whining of the sea creatures had woken her up.
In the distance, the sun was setting behind a city skyline. She could see a beachside highway lined with palm trees, storefronts glowing with red and blue neon, a harbor filled with sailboats and cruise ships.
Percy was awake beside her looking around.
"Miami, I think," Annabeth said. "But the hippocampi are acting funny."
Sure enough, their fishy friends had slowed down and were whinnying and swimming in circles, sniffing the water. They didn't look happy. One of them sneezed. Percy could tell what they were thinking.
"This is as far as they'll take us," he said. "Too many humans. Too much pollution. We'll have to swim to shore on our own."
None of them were very psyched about that, but they thanked Rainbow and his friends for the ride. Tyson cried a little. He unfastened the makeshift saddle pack he'd made, which contained his tool kit and a couple of other things he'd salvaged from the Birmingham wreck. He hugged Rainbow around the neck, gave him a soggy mango he'd picked up on the island, and said good-bye.
Once the hippocampi's white manes disappeared into the sea, they swam for shore, well everyone did but Juliet was left to clung onto Annabeth and Clarrise, she'd skilfully avoided Percy's incoming help and latched onto the girls.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed or anything, things were just moving too fast and the lingering thought of Achilles made her hold back.
The waves pushed them forward, and in no time they were back in the mortal world. They wandered along the cruise line docks, pushing through crowds of people arriving for vacations. Porters bustled around with carts of luggage. Taxi drivers yelled at each other in Spanish and tried to cut in line for customers. If anybody noticed them—six kids dripping wet and looking like they'd just had a fight with a monster—they didn't let on.
