"You put a four-thousand-mile-long river over the Pacific Northwest?" Poseidon asked. He and his daughter were observing his swirling map of the world's oceans. They were under the South Parasitic Ocean in a coral cave of Posea's design. Only a few hundred years ago Poseidon's waters glistened green like emeralds. The increased pollution from the land creatures turned his domain into sludge.
"No, Dad. I put a five-thousand-mile-long river over the Pacific Northwest." Posea grinned, her greyish-green eyes twinkling. "My intentions are-"
"We drown the land-lovers!" He raised his trident over this head. He hated hearing his millennium old bones crack and shift.
Posea giggled. "We're not drowning them yet, Dad, I'm still rising the sea levels for that big storm."
"Right, right. Have I told you about the Gilgamesh flood, my sweet child?' The god asked. "Now that was some of my best work."
"Yeah, circa seventh century seven-day-storm-of-the-epics. It was a fusion project with storm gods Shullar and Hanish. You were really something back then." Posea said, her webbed hands placing nutmeg shells over the destinations of her sea storm.
Poseidon mumbled as she went on working instead of asking him to relay his story. He remembered the fearsome storms in his youth. He remembered teaching his heiress how to make bubbles. Before he could shake a tailfin Posea was inventing new reefs and training sharks. Posea was his pearl. Poseidon was her old fuddy duddy Papa.
"My wonderful child, how about a game of puffer-fish golf? You still owe me a rematch." Poseidon said while straightening the coral-bow on her head.
"Ooh, rain check Dad, (giggle) get it?" Posea said pulling up a full basket of shells, "I have a heavy workload tonight."
On the Milky Way Poseidon and Zeus played golf with the stars.
"See me hit the Big Dipper." Zeus said as his lightning bolt hit a star towards the constellation.
"Uh-huh." Poseidon said while looking back at the seas on Earth.
"Aww, Po-Bro, let the kids take over. My twins are ruling the skies and I like it. I actually got to go to mortal concert yesterday and let me tell you they let it get crazy!" Zeus said as he held the lightning like an electric guitar.
"Brother, don't you miss being a king? A real force to reckon with! We were the lords and masters of the universe!" Poseidon said as he whacked a star with his trident.
Zeus scratched the inside of his ear. "Sounds like you need a date."
The webbed-toed god grumbled. "I have no interest in meeting anyone new."
The older brother put his arm around Poseidon. "In that case, go for someone old. Someone who made you feel good about yourself."
Poseidon thought of his many, many exes and squinted back to the planet Earth. On Earth, in Ascarica, in New Salem of Oregon Poseidon saw a monstrous woman. A few wrinkles but she still had the best legs of any land-lover.
Medusa Gorgon had a chisel and hammer in hand and sweat pouring off her snakes. She promised her friend Harriet Wolf she'd make a one of a kind statue for the werewolf's gallery show. This sculptures would be the first ever hand-made by Medusa. She was at her temple-like home which next to a lake and a statue garden
She stepped back and put her thumb up to the front of the rock. She nodded contently at the eleven hours of work she'd done already. Medusa could already see a shoulder starting in the square block.
"Shall this one smile?"
That voice she'd recognize any time of century. She became aggravated all of a sudden. Medusa pushed back her hissing hair.
"Don't you knock anymore?" Medusa asked the whale-like man standing in her back balcony. She knew he could take whatever form he wanted, usually with some fishy style thrown in. This time he was stacked big like a marine with a thick grooved throat much like a humpback whale. His nose was flat and he was hairless along the bumpy head fin. His eyes were black, wide and cold with tiny hints of green around the edges of the huge pupils.
"I didn't think you'd let me in after what happened in the South Atlantic." Poseidon said. He admired the tall woman's square jaw and Greek nose. He also liked her flower-shaped sunglasses.
"Yep, and if I said 'get the hell out?' you'd say?" Medusa asked as she turned around.
"Let me pour you a drink first." Poseidon held up a wine bottle filled with Ambrosia.
Medusa puckered her lips then said, "One glass then leave the bottle."
Poseidon smiled and was about to walk into her home. She held up a hand to stop him, stuck her thumb behind her back and walked in by herself. She came out with two plastic cups and put them on her lawn table.
"Your hair looks shorter then the last time I saw you." He said while sitting at her table.
"Longer." Medusa corrected, since the last time he saw her she sported a pixie cut.
Poseidon leaned on her sculpture. "I like it."
"The hell do you want?" Medusa asked while politely smiling.
"So salty. I was missing you. I miss how we were once in love. Do you remember love, Medusa?" The Sea God noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
"I remember fighting, hate-sex, making you bleed, you making me miserable…." Medusa said in a singy-song voice.
"Go back to the sex, that was my favorite part." Poseidon said, already feeling better as she crossed her legs.
"Mine too. Shame you're such a sore-loser at everything else." Medusa said, finishing her drink.
"You know how to get my satyr." Poseidon said, chuckling fakely.
Medusa stood up. "Leave the bottle, babe, and get swimming."
Poseidon frowned and stood up, buttoning his foam-blue suit. "Fine, but I'm taking the Jolly Roger with me."
"No, no you're not." Medusa said when she pushed him back. He walked around her. The gorgon grabbed his arm and took off her sunglasses.
The Statue-Poseidon cracked a smile. "Still immune, monster."
The stone body exploded. Medusa covered her face with her arms and squat down. She put her sunglasses back on and saw a blob of water walk into her home.
"Hera help me." Medusa groaned as she sped-walked inside.
Poseidon opened the kitchen cabinets and searched for the flag. "Nope, but you have far too much junk food in here, love."
He went into her laundry room. "A lot of jerseys. Still a games fan I see. Great Olympus, they reek of male stench."
Poseidon was walking up her staircase when he noticed family pictures. He recognized her sisters. He then noticed there was a boy in all of them that looked like the sisters. The higher up he went, the younger the boy in the pictures became.
"Dear me, Medusa did you breed? Oh me. This boy looks about sixteen. And the last time I saw you was…" Poseidon's bottom lip dropped. "He has my lips."
Medusa whacked Poseidon with an Adamant hammer she had Hephaestus weld. Poseidon fell down the stairs and smiled the whole way. He squirmed on the bottom step for beat. He became a blob of water and flew up to Medusa. He hugged her. She scoffed as his black blood dripped on her carpet.
"We made a son! Great Scarier Reef, he's a fine looking boy!" Poseidon laughed with great joy. The god leaned back to look at the mother of his new child. "Why have you never told me before, woman!"
Medusa pushed him off her shoulders. "I've seen you as a father and that was never what I wanted for my only son."
Poseidon blew a raspberry. "Are we talking about Sciron again?"
The gorgon pulled up her Adamant hammer again. "Stay. Away. From my boy. Or I will do something we both regret."
"I am a God, Medusa, you could never truly hurt me."
"Leave or I will marry you." Medusa said, feeling sick in her stomach.
Poseidon stepped back from her. "You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" Medusa said, her snakes stuck their tongues out.
Poseidon's cheeks puffed up then he let steam escape his ears. "Fine! But I am taking the Jolly Rogers."
"You can have the flag, and give me your word as an Olympian God that you will never meet my son."
Poseidon stared at the picture of the boy laughing in a pool. He sighed. "As the Lord and Master of the Seas you have my word that I will never meet the son we made."
Medusa spit three times on the ground. "Because you know I kept Aphrodite's personal number."
Under the sea, Posea was nurturing her personal garden of souls. They weren't captured souls, just links for her to check on the world's sea monsters. She was listening to manatee's recorded songs on her shell-phone when her father tapped her shoulder.
"My child, you have impressed me with the wisdom beyond your age. This belongs to you." Poseidon said as he held out his trident.
Posea gasped. "Dad! I'm….(her eyes bugged out) you want a vacation, don't you?"
Poseidon put his hand behind his neck. "You know me well, daughter."
"You can just ask me and I'd say yes." Posea said, eyeing the trident.
"I already ask much of you." Poseidon admitted, twirling his trident in his hand.
Posea put her hand over her father's hand. "I won't do something I can't handle. And I can handle a lot."
"You are the best part of me, Posea." Poseidon said as he stared in his daughter's eyes. "I am so proud to give you temporary takeover my domain. The waves shall obey your every whim."
Posea shook her hands and grinned wide as a shark. She took the trident and struck a pose. She pouted her lips, leaned sideways and held the trident parallel to her arm.