The Sea's Daughter

Chapter 9: Surf's Up

As Emma gripped her mixing bowl, she could here arguing coming from the family room.

"Alan, that was stupid and thoughtless. You can barely surf on Earth, yet you dove right in the water," Scott shouted.

"I knew what I was doing. We are International Rescue. We rescue people. I couldn't just wait there and do nothing," Alan yelled, storming into the kitchen.

"We would've had to rescue you if you hadn't been so close to the shore," Scott said waving a finger at Alan.

"Let me stop you right there. There is apsolutly no fighting in my kitchen, so you best stop it right now," Emma said pointing her wooden spoon at both boys.

Scott opened his mouth to say something but Emma cut him off.

"I wasn't done Scott. If you don't stop arguing, you're both going for a swim," Emma glared at Scott as she poured the mix into a pan.

"Wait, one of us is going swimming?" Alan asked.

"You and I are going to take a little trip and I'm going to teach you how surf," Emma said, wiping her hands off.

"Where?" 

"Hawii," Emma said walking towards her room. 

(Time Skip)

"Thanks Scott. We'll call you in a few hours," Emma said waving to Scott he took off in Thunderbird 1.

"I surf just fine. Just in space," Alan shrugged.

"Can you even get on the board on Earth?"

"No."

"I thought so. We'd better hurry. They'll be waiting for us," Emma said slipping her sandals off and running towards the water.

"Who?" Alan asked trying to keep up with her. 

"Hey sis," a black haired man called waving. He had a little girl with blonde hair perched on his shoulders and a little boy who looked just like him. A blonde woman sat under a beach umbrella holding onto another little boy.

"Percy, its so good to see you," Emma said, hugging the man. 

"Aunt Emma, look what I can do," the little girl said. She wrapped her legs tighter around her dad's neck and leaned back. 

The pair ended up flipping into the sand. 

"Good job, Bianca," Emma helping Percy up.

"Um, hi," Alan said sheepishly.

"Perc, this is Alan Tracy. His bother is Scott. Alan, this is my brother Percy Jackson and his wife Annabeth."

"Pleased to meet you," Percy said, offering his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," Alan shook his hand and was surprised at the strength of Percy's grip.   

"And these are Bianca, Charles, and Luke. They're Percy and Annabeth's kids," Emma said pointing at each child in turn.

"So you can surf in space, but not on water," Bianca asked, her sea green eyes looking Alan up and down.

"I just haven't ever really tried to before," he shrugged.

"Its okay, man. You'll be surfing like a pro in no time," Percy said, patting Allan on the back.

The next few hour were spent watching and learning how to surf. Alan learned just as much from Bianca as he did from Percy and Emma, even though Bianca was 5 years old.

The sun started to set, signaling that it was time to come in and eat.

"This is delicious," Alan said taking a bit of potato salad.

"My gorgeous wife here made it," Percy said, kissing Annabeth's cheek.

"Gross, Mom and Dad," Bianca chimed in.   

"Hey, looks like your brothers are here too," Emma said pointing at a group of figures coming towards the family.

"Got room for eight more?" Scott asked.

"Help yourselves," Annabeth said laughing.

The two families enjoyed the beautiful sunset and food.