A/N: Yayy I finally posted something! Sorry for the long wait guys, but I was very busy in July. Now, an intro to this story: If you read my bio you will know that I love Percy Jackson, and as you know, a lot of PJO is about the many romances. So I had an idea to write a mini collection of all the different romances of Percy Jackson. So as you can see I started with Sally and Poseidon. And unfortunately, no, I do not own Percy Jackson. All hail Rick Riordan! ^_^ Well...enjoy! :P

Sally POV

She sighed and looked out the window for what seemed like the millionth time. Mr. Brunner's tales of Greek gods and goddesses were fascinating, but on a Friday, he was just a monotone voice in her head. She longed to get to the beach and hear the much-awaited sound of the crashing waves. Mr. Brunner was telling the class about the great battle between the gods and the titans. It was the battle that decided the fate of the world. Sally always thought about how silly a battle of some mystical, all-powerful beings would be if it were actually real. Some strange people, all fighting over who would be on top. "Ha," she thought to herself, "sounds like politics."

"Sally Jackson, to recap, who were the three godly sons of Kronos?" Mr. Brunner asked, breaking through her temporary daydream.

"Zeus, Hades, and…and," She thought hard about this one. "Poseidon the God of the Seas."

"Correct, Sally. Now let's try to pay more attention in class."

The next classes went even slower than mythology. But when the end of the day finally came, Sally just wanted to get out. She didn't talk to anyone, and absent-mindedly walked to the beach.

She set herself up there as usual and pulled a worn leather book from her bag. It was her favorite story. The romantic tale of Romeo and Juliet was the only book she had ever read more than once. The story of two people from different worlds falling in love was her favorite by far. Ahh...forbidden love. The thought of it gave her goose bumps. She got bored and decided to go for a swim. The wind was variable that day, and she could tell by the size of the waves that the weather wasn't getting any better.

As she dove out to sea, she failed to feel the wind getting a little stronger. Sally dove down a few times then realized the waves were becoming larger. She had started to drift toward the ominous cliffs that lay ahead. The current was becoming stronger so she tried to pull away, but it just kept on bringing her closer to the cliffs. Her head went under and Sally thought she saw a flash of green. She kicked her way up to the surface and everything went black.

Sally woke up, her vision blurry. She was on the shore, and as far as she could tell she had hit the cliff, because a pain like a thousand knives tore through her head. There was a boy around her age standing over her, with eyes as green as the sea itself. His jet-black hair caught Sally's attention at once.

"Are you okay?" He asked with undeniable concern in those emerald eyes, but unreadable expressions everywhere else.

"I, I think so." Sally was shivering violently from the cold. All of a sudden, all of the freezing water on her body completely dried up, and she suddenly felt ten degrees warmer.

That's when she blacked out for the second time.

When the ambulance arrived, Sally was in a daze. She didn't remember calling an ambulance or having anyone there with her-in fact she didn't remember anything for the past half hour. When she talked to the doctors later, all she could manage to say was, "I hit my head." She looked out toward the far horizon, and the reflection of the deep sunset, trying to remember what had happened. She saw a huge splash out to sea, like a dolphin diving down.

Five years later

Sally finished the last pull and slowed into a glide, finally touching the wall and finishing her last lap of swim team practice. She leaped out of the water, with five times more energy than she had had about a minute ago, and sprinted down to her favorite part of the beach, a quiet fenced in stretch that she had all to herself… at least most of the time.

The young man jogging down the shore line surprised her, and as he got closer, she looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He reminded her of someone she had seen only in a dream, but it was too much of a coincidence. As Sally passed him, she respectfully greeted him, as she did to pretty much every passerby.

"Well hi there," he said with a surprised tone of voice. "I never thought I would see you again."

She was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry have we met?" She didn't think she had ever met this man before, but something about that dark hair and understanding green eyes seemed very familiar to her.

"Yeah, we met a couple of years ago on this very same beach. Remember me? My name is… uh … Peter."

Now that Sally thought of it, she did remember one day on the beach, but all she remembered was the hair and the eyes. "Vaguely, but yes, I think I do remember you."

"Great do you want to go grab a bite to eat?" He asked with a mischievous look in his eye that she didn't fail to notice.

"Sure why not," Sally replied. Little did she know it, but that first meeting with Peter would be the first step in one of the greatest adventures of her life.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my first chapter of my first story! I know I am not the best so I would love some constructive criticism so I can get better. Please READ and REVIEW!
Sincerely,
autumnsky66