She was wearing one of those big, wide-brim, straw hats and a sea green sun dress that just reached her thighs. Her hair was loose and in these messy little waves, and as she twirled playfully in the water - her dress reaching enticingly high - he couldn't help but wonder what she was.

Sure, she seemed human; but she had the beauty of one of Aphrodite's daughters and her laugh had the mellifluous sound of mermaids.

She was waist deep in the water now and she dunked her head under momentarily before coming back up to breathe, her hair a living curtain that flicked droplets all about. Then she looked up and saw him. An odd little crease appeared in her brow as she tilted her head to the side, as if not sure what she was seeing.

He figured it was just her mind turning the trident in his hand into something normal - a fishing rod or a net - and he felt a pang of disappointment. He'd had a vain hope that she could've been able to see through the mist. It was too bad she couldn't, really, as he hadn't been mesmerised by a woman like this in so long.

She gave him a curious smile and she waded over to him, a little cautious - as one would be if they found a strange man hanging about near their secluded beach house. "Hello," she said, in that twinkly voice, "Are you lost?"

Her eyes flickered from his face to his hand and he was about to reply with an affirmitave and leave when she spoke again.

"Is that a trident? I didn't know people still used those," she laughed, "but it looks pretty decorated."

He raised an eyebrow, "You can see my trident?" he asked.

Her smile dropped and she looked at him closer, thoughtfully. She realised the meaning behind his words. She wasn't meant to be able to see the weapon. "Are you special too?"

He gave her a crinkly-eyed grin, "Some seem to think so. You can see through the mist."

She nodded with a little laugh. "So that's what it's called?"

"Yes," he replied, amused.

She laughed again and looked back to the sea then to him again. "I was just swimming. Would you like to join me?"

"I would be honoured."

"Oh, I'm Sally, by the way," she said, "What's your name?"

He smiled.

Well, Hi there. This is my first fic for the PJO fandom, so hopefully it was okay. Just a drabble that jumped into my head when I saw this wide-brim straw hat, haha. I ship Poseidon/Sally so hard, almost as much as Percabeth and Rico (which I'm working on a story for atm) , so I hope you enjoyed this.

Much Love, x. TGL

(Reviews would be so appreciated)