* Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING I make a reference to. Except Shell phones. That was my idea. ;D

Those references include Star Trek, Percy Jackson, sponges, but i do own bubbles. Just not the copy right to them :'( Wish i did.

Chapter 1

I Become a Sponge

"Hey boss! Wake up!" said a voice inside my head.

I groaned. Hearing Blackjack at two in the morning was NEVER a good sign. It usually meant several hours of work freeing some seal or dolphin from some lazy fisherman's net.

"Boss? You awake?" Blackjack asked.

"Nope," I grunted, "Dead to the world."

"Ok, good for a second there I thought I wasn't going to get a chance to sit on you and to me that's just a real bum-"

"I 'm getting up!" I groaned. I could hear Blackjack laughing in my head, which was really kind of annoying. (Especially at two in the morning. Did I mention TWO IN THE MORNING? Yes? Ok, just making sure.) Don't think it's possible? Huh. Well I have no way to prove it to you so you'll just have to believe me! (Isn't trusting great?)

About twenty-five minutes of empty threats (My side) and some not so empty death-by-horse-butt threats (Blackjack) later I was on my way to the beach saving some seal from a net that had washed into the bay and got partially buried in a sand bar. That took about ten minutes because

A: Frankly, I had not had the best week.

B: There were a lot of fish in the bay, and apparently, since I have saved almost all of them at least once, they decided to like me. (Yippee.) You try getting a slippery seal out of a net with about 150 tuna yelling inside your head and then tell me how easy it is. You know what, scratch that. You'll just drown yourself. I'll just tell you. IT IS REALLY HARD!

C: Five words: Two. In. The. Freaking. Morning. (I am not a morning person.)

So when I got out Blackjack looked extremely bored and the worst time to ride Blackjack is when he has been bored for a while, (It usually involves tons of flips, spins and 360s.) so I told him I would rather walk. He gave me a funny look but, all the same, he set off pretty dang fast.

I was walking by the dining pavilion when I heard a familiar voice say

"No! He has to go!"

Ah, Clarisse. Camp just wouldn't be the same without her.

"No one is safe when he is here!" Clarissa shouted.

I quickly but silently hid behind a bush. I made sure I was well hidden as my mind raced of all of the guys at camp. The names were quickly sorted them into lists, Those who I hoped were leaving, and those who I hope were not the "He" Clarissa was referring to.

"You saw what happened! No one else can do that!"

Crap. There goes about 97% of my list.

"He claims it wasn't him," said Annabeth, my ex- girlfriend. "He claims there is something going wrong with-"

"OF COURSE HE SAID THAT!" bellowed Clarissa "HE DOSEN'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE!"

Then yells started breaking out, most of them supporting Clarissa. It suddenly quieted down. It seems someone inside said something pretty important. Either that or they all suddenly passed out simultaneously. I somehow doubted that.

"Percy says he didn't do it, and he has not lied before. What makes you so certain he is lying now?" asked Chiron as my stomach clenched in recognition, "What is your proof?"

"His cabin wasn't disturbed by the hurricane! Not a single tile on the roof was washed away. Everyone else's cabin is destroyed!" Clarissa growled.

"Percy also gave up his cabin to help the injured and has worked harder to rebuild the cabins than anyone else. He is taking what happened as a personal insult," grunted Grover in a voice I could have never pinned on him.

"If he didn't do it, then that's fine. But we can't be sure. Percy is a big boy; he can take care of himself," said Annabeth in a voice that hurt more than she will ever know.

"If we send him out and the attacks stop, we know it was him. If we send him out, and the attacks continue, we know he was telling the truth and can send for him to come back."

"That's great!" said Grover in a sarcastic tone that was dripping with venom.

"Yeah let's do that! It's the perfect plan! Lets just throw a kid of the big three out on his butt, without any back up, wait a while, then send for him to come back IF HE IS STILL ALIVE! "

The arguing broke out again. Slowly all the voices started to die down.

"I am sorry, Grover. But it looks like we have no other choice, "said Chiron in a tired and defeated voice,"Tomorrow Percy will be told the bad news; he will pack up, and will be gone by noon."

I stood crouched there in shock.

"No one can go with him. Subject closed no more discussion." Chiron continued, "You may go back to bed now. Not a word to any of the other campers."

There was the sound crunching gravel as everyone rose to leave. No one else probably felt the tiny tremble because I had gotten control of myself in time. I watched in horror as my friends, comrades, and fellow Half-bloods walked out the amphitheatre. It was easy to tell who was on Clarissa and Annabeth's side and who was on mine.

Grover, Juniper, Nico, Tyson, and Chiron were the only ones who looked truly upset. I don't know how long I sat there brooding but it must have been a 30 minutes at least.

I was seriously ticked. After all I had done for these people, they continue to think I am about to bellow out an evil laugh and flip sides any moment! I decided to work my anger of in a match against the dummies. I got there and started placing a few good placed kicks all over, than a few punches, then slices, stabs, cuts, tackles, and I was only getting started. By the time I was done an half an hour later, the poor thing had its head arms and a leg ripped off. It had no stuffing left, and some how I had managed to burn the last leg pretty badly and I had punched a hole right through the middle of the dummy. But I was still mad. I decided to go out for a swim.

As I swam I fingered my shell phone. Yeah that's right, shell phone. Can't be traced by monsters because it's a shell, but it works like a regular phone. For Poseidon's kids. (Ha ha.)There are tons of cool apps. A regular phone can play movies and let you search the web. But a shell can get you anywhere. It's like the Star Trek thing where they shout "Beam me up!" and a big laser beam teleports them somewhere else...

…except all we have to do is pop a big bubble.

If any of you pick up a shell and try to call me, the only thing you will accomplish is looking stupid. We put it to our ear we hear a dial tone. You? The rest of you all will hear the ocean.

The Mississippi had given it to me as payment when I convinced that group of beavers that it was most defiantly NOT a good idea to build a damn right in the middle of an important river like that. They would be much better off some where that they won't be disturbed. I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened the last few days.

It had all started on a perfectly normal day a week ago, when everyone had gotten mad at me for something stupid that none of us could even remember now. I had gone in the woods to cool down. I had recently started to play guitar, so I grabbed the one I had bought from some garage sale for $15. I started plucking chords and humming to myself and slowly I had started to sing a song I had heard on the radio. It was something about having everything I needed like shoes, a roof over my head, knowing everyone I cared about was safe and sound. I was just getting into it when I felt a change. Not really in my self, or in the air, but in the water.

I stopped mid-verse and stood quickly put my guitar down. I started walking towards camp, but something felt wrong. Really wrong. I walked faster. Then I heard a scream. I was now sprinting so fast my feet were hardly touching the ground. I couldn't breath, but I really didn't care. I got there in time to see a giant wave of wind and water sweeping towards camp.

Oh crap.

I held out my hands.

A hurricane.

I braced my self.

Wait. Hurricane? At the Camp where it hasn't rained since I got here?

I took a deep breath. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that I needed to stop it.

But suddenly someone it me hard over the head with a rock, which would have been Ok, but I hit my Achilles spot on the way down pretty hard and I passed out.

I woke up suddenly with I head splitting headache.

As everything came into focus I realized I was seeing a giant wall of water. I looked back and no one was there. I scrambled to my feet ignoring the sudden urge to throw up, wrap my head in a giant pillow, or black out and hastily began to make the tsunami go around the camp.

But the water wouldn't… it wouldn't… well, listen. I pushed the water harder and tried to make it go back. Didn't work. In a last desperate attempt I pushed the water harder than I had ever needed to push the water before. I let the power that was the ocean inside of me erupt, but instead of releasing water, I was soaking it up like a sponge. This was much harder.

It felt like Mt. Saint Helen all over again. I grabbed the nearest branch and held my self up, but I kept going.

Finally it was over and I fought the urge to black out as reached out to steady my self on a tree. I grabbed my pocket and found my shell phone and clutched it in my palm. I slowly started to feel better so I pulled a little sea water from the shell and drank it. In a few minute I could stand with out the branch and was able to walk. As I moved I got stronger and felt better. I kept walking, going faster as I got stronger and I limped as fast as I could towards the big house. As I got there I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. Almost every cabin was destroyed or soaking wet. With a pang I realized all the cabins…

… Except mine.

I ignored the sharp pain in my back and started running. When I got there almost every one turned and glared at me. The others started to glare, but stopped suddenly looked alarmed. I didn't need to glance down. I already knew what had happened to me. Like I said, it was like Mt. Saint Helen, but I had Achilles curse now, so I hadn't passed out on a rock somewhere…

…Yet.

By the look on some of their faces I had probably lost about 15 pounds. But I only looked at Chiron who looked shocked and confused.

The silence in the room was so thick you could have cut it with a spoon and served it as Jell-o.

"What happened?" I asked. And they all just stared at me, but Annabeth said

"That's not funny, Percy."

And that kind of worried me.

"No, I'm serious. What happened?"

"Only a Hurricane," said someone in the back.

"Where were you?" asked Annabeth

End of chapter 1!