AN: Ok so my finals start next week so I'm trying to type up as much as I can before they start. Forgive my typos and grammatical errors please. I know this chapter is short but the next is turning into a long one

Also, I do not own Poseidon or sally Jackson or any other character affiliated with the pj&to books/storylines/whatever else. Those rights belong to Rick Riordan. He just gave me the clay to create with. (forgot to put this whole shebang on the first chapter, so im putting it on here)

He hadn't realized anyone was on the beach. It had been foolish not to check before revealing his true form. If it wasn't for the sea serpents that set up a perimeter, the poor mortal would have exploded. He stood anxiously on the porch. The screaming that was seeping through the cracks between the door and the doorframe were becoming more painful and helpless. The tall man looked around at the beach, and fell to mist. The mist slid underneath the door and into the house. Then it swirled into the room with the screaming mortal. He reformed into a human, with black hair, sea green eyes, a blue and green Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts and beige flipflops. He opened up the bedroom window and seagull flew in.

"Lord Poseidon, you must help her. Her mind cannot maintain the memory of your true form much longer." The seagull screeched from his perch on the sill.

Poseidon sat down on the bed and sighed. "Why didn't you check all the cabins before this morning?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, " I will do my best to heal her. But I do want to speak with everyone who had helped organize this morning's activities. This is inexcuseable."

The seagull nodded, and flapped out the window. Poseidon put his palm on the woman's forehead. He closed his eyes. Blinding gold, beautiful yellow sunbeams, and then the pain of a melting mind flowed through his hand. It was amazing she had lasted this long. He kept his hand there for ten minutes, waiting for her mind to clear itself. She was beautiful for a mortal. The wavy dark brown hair cascaded down onto her semi tanned shoulders. She was average height, but still stunning nonetheless. After she had finally settled down, her mind pure of this mornings adventure, Poseidon went into the living room.

He had to think of a way to tell her what had happened. He couldn't tell her the truth about who he really was, no. She wouldn't believe him and probably would think he was a clinically insane or something.

Maybe, I'll make her think I was just a jogger who heard her yelling. He melted back into mist again, then quickly reformed into the same tall man with black hair and green eyes, only this time in running shorts and a semi baggy v neck.

Now he just had to wait.