Hey! I usually don't write romance, but this kept bugging me. This is about the Romans and the Greeks and…well just read, 'kay? Sorry it's so short. It's like two in the morning and I need to sleep. So, prepare yourself for…Not Your Typical Shakespeare.

Let's just say the trip to San Francisco didn't start out awesome for me. Everyone was celebrating the launch of the Argo II, everyone except for me. I spent that night on the deck, leaning over the rail and barfing into the water. Poseidon didn't seem happy that I was sending chunks of half-digested tacos into his domain, so he continuously splashed large sprays of water into my face, only making me sicker. The boat twitched to the side while I threw up a fairly large amount of ground beef, causing me to barf all over myself.

"Eww…" I muttered to myself as I stumbled to my cabin to change. The cabins were separated by the actual cabins at camp, so I was bunking with Leo and Jake Mason. I was surprised Leo chose me to go with him along with Jake. Jake had recovered pretty well in the last couple months, not enough to train, but enough so he was only on crutches. Leo chose us two because we were the "vice counselors", as he called it, and he wanted our help to keep the ship in top shape.

I dug through the drawers, searching for another shirt. Let's see…shorts, shorts, shorts, shorts, skirt? How'd that get in there? Shorts, jeans, shorts, cargo pants, jeans, boxers, boxers, jeans…AHA! Shirt! I slipped into the orange tee and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a blood stain on the left side from archery (long story), but other than that I looked fine. I realized I had grown about a half an inch and smiled. Now I'm five nine. I noticed a couple new dark freckles on my nose from being in the sun all day, and my grey-blue eyes were red from all the salt in the water. I quickly combed my thick mass of chocolate colored hair and decided to head down to the party for a little before I started puking again.

"Hey Sterling! Over here!" Leo waved over to me from across the room. I scurried over to him and Jason.

"Where've you been man?" Leo raised an eyebrow.

I made some puking gestures with my head. "Poseidon has it in for me."

Jason nodded in agreement. "I totally know what you mean."`

"What time is it? I left my watch in our cabin," Leo yawned.

"Umm…" I glanced at my homemade watch. This watch was basically my pride and joy. It had taken me seven months to finish it. It was basically a clear Livestrong bracelet with the time in big, red numbers. The best part of it was that there was a tiny, flexible celestial bronze button hidden on the side, and when I hold it and whisper a weapon or tool, it turns into it. I had some help from a Hecate kid for the transforming part.

"Ten forty-five."

"Kay, I'm gonna hit the sack. Want to come, Sterling?" I thought for a second. I hadn't realized I was so tired.

"Sure. JAKE!" I called for Jake across the room.

Jake turned around from talking to an Apollo boy and yelled back, "WHAT?"

"Leo and I are going to bed. You coming?"

"Okay," Jake started to crutch over (crutch? Crutching? Are those words? Probably not) and we walked down to our cabin. After helping Jake into his, Leo and I jumped into bed.

"Night!" We yelled simultaneously as the room went dark.