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after a little while, we found ourselves in a trailer park at the edge of a lake.
the trailers were all horse trailers, tricked out with televisions and mini-refrigerators and mosquito netting. we were in a centaur camp.
"dude!" said centaur america as he unloaded his gear. "did you see that bear guy? he was all like: 'whoa, i have an arrow in my mouth!'"
the centaur with the googly-eye glasses laughed. "that was awesome! head slam!"
the two centaurs charged at each other full-force and knocked heads, then went staggering off in different directions with crazy grins on their faces.
chiron sighed. he set annabeth, grover, and i down on a picnic blanket next to percy. "i really wish my cousins wouldn't slam their heads together. they don't have the brain cells to spare."
i giggled at his joke.
chiron looked at me shocked, "my gods, when was the last time you drank coffee?"
"before the birmingham blew up," i told him.
"hmm."
"chiron," percy said, almost in awe. "you saved us."
he gave us a dry smile. "well now, i couldn't very well let you die, especially since you've cleared my name."
"but how did you know where we were?" percy asked.
"advanced planning, my dear. i figured you would wash up near miami if you made it out of the sea of monsters alive. almost everything strange washes up near miami."
"gee, thanks," grover mumbled.
"no, no," chiron said. "i didn't mean... oh, never mind. i am glad to see you, my young satyr. the point is, i was able to eavesdrop on percy's iris-message and trace the signal. iris and i have been friends for centuries. i asked her to alert me to any important communications in this area. it then took no effort to convince my cousins to ride to your aid. as you see, centaurs can travel quite fast when we wish to. distance for us is not the same as distance for humans."
