Hello! Konichiwa! Hola! Bonjour! Ni-hao! And a bunch of other languages! This may not be that good, but hey, this is my first fanfiction, so cut me some slack!

Plus, I need A LOT of help in paragraphing so if you can, give me a few tips!

ANYWAYS, this is basically how I think The Mark of Athena is going to play out. I know a TON of people have already done this, but I'm mainly just doing this for practice for later stories! I'm not as funny as Rick Riordan , so you guys need to help me there too.

All right! Well this fanfiction is about how only the guys go on a quest to bond and stuff. I know that all you romance people will probably want to strangle me, but don't worry, I'll include plenty of romance, courtesy of Aphrodite.

Disclaimer: All rights and stuff go to Rick Riordan! ;)

Percy's P.O.V

The Greek warship landed softly onto the Roman Territory, only barely shifting the grass surrounding it. At least that's what Percy wanted to happen, so because of Percy's horrible luck, the events turned out pretty differently. What really happened was that the great battleship lurched forward, nearly taking off the heads of the 200 roman campers gathered there. Then, of course, the scrawny "augur" (notice the quotation marks) started blabbing about how untrustworthy the Greeks were . Percy stopped listening after he said, "I bet that their fauns are even fatter than ours!" because he didn't trust himself to hold his words in if he kept listening. Octavian continued in his opera voice, "those Greeks are complete weaklings! I don't think they'll even last a round with Dakota over here." as he pointed to the stained red centurion.

Percy, in a word, was MAD. There really wasn't any way to describe the immense loathing he felt towards the skinny stick of a roman, so Percy did the natural thing: soak him from head to toe in freezing salt water.

Octavian sputtered a bit, a fountain of classic H2O spewed from his mouth. There were many romans who wished to laugh at the pitiful sight of their camp's augur, but most were too scared to let out a even giggle, given Octavian's reputation.

PERCY, on the other hand, had no problem doubling over in laughter at the look on the revered camper's face that had turned a very lovely crimson. Frank soon joined in, along with Hazel, and the trio all made fun of Octavian in harmony as they saw his face getting redder, and redder, and redder. Until the pale, blond scarecrow imitated a ripe tomato perfectly. "P-praetor! I will not stand this-this childish behavior you are presenting! I will go report this to Praetor Reyna!" He stormed off, his head held high in an egotistical sort of way, over to where the other leader stood.

The entire camp was quiet, and as soon as Octavian was out of earshot, they all erupted into loud cheers, not including Octavian's goons, who were brooding over the fact that they're leader had been humiliated.

Meanwhile, the ship had already landed, without anyone's notice." Wow." Percy thought, "We must've been pretty loud.

"The entire camp fell silent as the entrance to the great vessel went down, and a voice screamed, "LAND!"

Heehee. Cliffy! Well...not really...I'm not that good at cliff-hangers eiether. Man, there are a LOT of stuff I need help with...Oh well! Read and Review so I can do better!