a/n: Hey so this is the first chapter of 7 that I have written so far (although I have a few more up my sleeve.) I hope perhaps this will draw you guys in! I tried to go by what the Percy Jackson books said very closely so that I could give you the most accurate telling of Sally and Poseidon's story. So here it is! Enjoy :)

JULY 1992

I remember the first day I saw him. It was a Thursday, partly cloudy. It began just like any other day.

Except it wasn't.

If I knew what I was in for that day, maybe I would've called in sick, or maybe I would have let my other co-worker take care of the customer while I cooked. I don't know, but that Thursday changed my life forever. Right now, I don't know if it was for better or for worse, all I know is that next to me on my desk is a pregnancy test. That test has a tiny pink plus sign visible on the screen.

So what now?

I'll tell you what. I'm going to write our story so that everyone knows what really happened. I have a feeling that the child growing inside of me... he's going to be a very powerful child. This child is going to change the world one day. And one day, people are going to ask what really happened between me and the god of the sea.

So here it is, whether you choose to believe me or not.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping. It was a rainy day in New York, which made me feel even lazier. I stretched and jumped out of bed; I had to get ready for work.

You see I worked at a small pretzel joint called New York Pretzels. We sold the yummiest pretzels you could buy in all of New York, and I absolutely loved working there. Ever since my uncle died, I had been working there full time, earning money to share an apartment with an old lady who thought she was 17. My life wasn't the typical fabulous life you would expect, in fact, it was very hard for me.

My parents died when I was five years old, so my uncle took me under his wing. The only thing was that he didn't really care for me, but he was the only family I had. Literally. My parents died when I was five years old, I had no siblings, and I don't know what happened to my grandparents. I was all alone in the world except for my uncle, and he had problems of his own so I moved in with him so that I could take care of him and he could take care of me the best he could. He never showed me much affection; in fact nobody really did, so I didn't really know how to love by this point in my life. What was love anyway?

Anyways, my uncle developed cancer, and I took care of him. I dropped out of high school, worked several odd jobs, and it definitely was not enough money to pay for a place to live and his medical bills, so he moved into the hospital, and I slept on the uncomfortable chair in his room. That was where I lived for a short while. Then when my uncle died, I began taking night school to get my high school diploma, and working full time at the pretzel place. It was alot to handle, but I made ends meet even if I only got five hours of sleep a night. I was used to hardship, after all.

I slipped on my work uniform: a shirt, jeans, apron, and cap. I stuffed a thick history book into my purse, and quickly left my room where I saw the old lady I share an apartment in the Bronx with- a grandma named Aida. Oh, she was a nice lady. We met at the hospital where my uncle was. When she left and my uncle died, she offered to split the rent and share a ratty old apartment. It was cheap, and I could afford it so Aida was my roomie and pretty much my only friend.

It was a regular day at the shop: I worked the cashier with a girl named Rosa while two other Spanish girls cooked the pretzels. During the times when we had no customers, the cooks would teach me Spanish or I would pull out a book and read, read, read. Aside from my night classes that was the way I learned and became cultured: I read like you wouldn't believe.

Today, I sat on my stool reading about ancient Greece when a tall, handsome guy walked in. Now, I've seen lots and lots of good looking men around New York, but this one... this one was one of those faces you never forget. Even my other colleagues stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

He wore bermuda shorts with a white tank top, and he had a really deep tan so it looked like he just came back from a resort in Mexico or something. Oh, and his eyes, how could I forget... they were the color of the sea, and I know it sounds cheesy, but they were as deep as the sea too. It seemed like everything he looked at he really looked at and paid close attention to; thats why when he looked at me and smiled, I blushed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I tried my very best not to gawk, but it didn't work out so well.

"Ah, hello." He said.

I cleared my throat, yet still a squeak came out. "Hi."

"What do you think is the best thing on the menu?" The beautiful stranger asked.

"Um. Well..." I said, and when I glanced over my shoulder I found that the three other girls working with me were huddled together staring. "I think everything on the menu is delicious."

"I see. Well then, what is your favorite pretzel?" He asked.

I smiled as I took in the scent of my favorite pretzel, yet along with it was something else. The smell of...sea breeze? I blurted out, "Did you just come from the beach?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I was just at Montauk. It's a lovely beach."

I began to blush even harder, and my voice did that squeaky thing again. "I love that beach too, I'm heading there tomorrow!"

His eyes twinkled. "I'll be there tomorrow as well. Maybe I'll see you there." He smiled, and then glanced up at the menu. "I'll just take the peperroni pretzel, please."

I handed him the pretzel, and after he paid, he smiled and said, "Thank you ladies." And just like that he left, leaving the smell of sea breeze!

There was something very different about him, though. I looked over at what he left in our tip jar and instead of picking up a dollar or something, I picked up a golden coin with strange Greek drawings on either sides. I scowled. I wasn't sure if you could change an ancient currency into American dollars.