The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) 18+ WTM/WTS Book 1

*Anthony Tries To Swim Home

Poseidon's eyes narrowed, a mix of pride and disbelief washing over him. "There's no doubt about it. She really did control the ship with her mind."

That shows Percilla really is my daughter, he thought.

Athena nodded slowly. "The control over water, the instinct with the ship—it's beyond mere skill. It's a birthright."

Hades crossed his arms, his tone approving. "She moves the sea like it's part of her body. That kind of power doesn't come from anywhere else."

Thor grunted. "A strong warrior, and the ocean bends to her will. She truly is Poseidon's blood."

Shiva smirked, eyes gleaming. "I wouldn't underestimate her. That kind of talent can tip the scales in any battle."

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Athony Tries To Swim Home

All the deities looked confused.

Athena blinked. "Why would my son try to swim home?"

"Maybe the ship was destroyed," Apollo speculated, "but why doesn't it mention Percy too?"

The scene began.

I'd finally found something I was really good at.

The Queen Anne's Revenge responded to my every command. I knew which ropes to hoist, which sails to raise, which direction to steer. We plowed through the waves at what I figured was about ten knots. I even understood how fast that was. For a sailing ship, pretty darn fast.

It all felt perfect—the wind in my face, the waves breaking over the prow.

As my daughter, of course it should feel perfect, Poseidon thought, pride flickering behind his icy-blue eyes.

The deities were happy that the girl was enjoying the sea—her birthright, her element, the echo of divinity flowing in her veins with every gust of wind and crash of wave.

But now that we were out of danger, all I could think about was how much I missed Tyson, and how worried I was about Grover.

At the mention of their names, the mood among the gods turned solemn.

Poseidon's expression dimmed. His fingers tightened ever so slightly on the armrest of his throne.

I couldn't get over what happened on Circe's Island. I kept thinking about what Circe had said: See, Percy? You've unlocked your true self!

I had changed—completely, physically. I didn't even know if the transformation had worn off yet. Without a mirror, how could I tell?

"It hasn't worn off yet. She still looks breathtaking," Apollo said, his voice smooth with casual admiration, but there was a spark of something more in his golden eyes—something warm, intrigued, and unmistakably drawn.

The gods nodded in agreement. Poseidon, Hades, Thor, Loki, Anubis, Beelzebub, and Buddha all shared that same spark in their eyes.

We sailed through the night.

Anthony tried to help me keep lookout, but sailing didn't agree with him. After a few hours rocking back and forth, his face turned the color of guacamole and he went below to lie in a hammock.

Loki snickered. "Someone is not a fan of Poseidon's sailing," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

I watched the horizon. More than once I spotted monsters. A plume of water as tall as a skyscraper spewed into the moonlight. A row of green spines slithered across the waves—something maybe a hundred feet long, reptilian. I didn't really want to know.