She stands on the shore, her brown eyes scanning the horizon. You watch her, quietly, admiring the way her hair curls on her shoulders and the way she holds herself, regally.

It's a bit disconcerting, really, because the sea is basically the embodiment of her former lover whom she had a child with, and you're married to her. Plus the fact that she's never really gotten over him—she denies it, but you can see it in the tint of the her cheeks when the name Poseidon is mentioned.

You're not too worried, though. Sally's always needed her time at Montauk. And she's told you, many times, that you're doing just fine as Percy's stepdad and her husband.

You gently walk up to her, and put your arm around her waist. The sky is turning a brilliant orange now, and makes a halo around her slender form.

"I'm ready," she murmurs.

And you nod at her, and smile, but you think to yourself that she always has been.

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