Jackie
Why, hello there. I'm Jackie Parnell. It was a normal day in Greece (and yes, it's just a vacation), well, at least until the giant sea serpent showed up, along with that other klutz.
Anyway, I was minding my own business in the town along the sea (forgot what it was called; too busy having fun!), shooting targets at my own archery class (I'm a daughter of Apollo, yeah, I should've told you that), when all of the sudden I hear an exited voice. No, not behind me, above me behind me. It said:
"I'll man the ballistae! I'll kill that thing, stupid snake!" I stopped at mid-nock. I looked in the sky behind me, and, okay, this is really absurd: a giant warship floated one-hundred feet above the ocean, with a yelling satyr behind the bow. He was wearing a sports shirt with warm-up pants, a baseball cap perched on what I believed to be satyr horns. I heard another voice, that I just dimly recognized;
"No, Coach, this is mine to send back to Tartarus. If it's in the sea—"
"'It's for me.' Blah, blah, blah. Fine. Go get 'em, Fish head." The satyr mocked. He retreated to the deck and threw over a rope ladder. "You coming?"
"Yeah, yeah," the demigod (it had to be, right?) sighed. He descended.
"Oh, gods. Why today, of all days?" I muttered. I ran to the ocean.