"What are you doing? Those are the Greeks!" Reyna yelled at the small red headed boy, manning the cannon. She shoved him away and glared up into the sky. The Argo II was still up there. She could see it hovering in place.

Meanwhile, Leo's body stung. He had crashed into something hard, but it wasn't the ground. He was completely emerged in water. It took a while for him to get his heart beat under control enough to focus. He quickly realized where he was and began swimming up. The stinging feeling on hid skin died down. He whirled around rapidly, trying to find land. He finally spotted a small, empty beach about a half a mile south of him. Leo was the best swimmer, but he made his way toward the small sandy beach.

~Meanwhile~

"Oh my Gods, Leo!" Jason cried, frantically looking over the edge for any sign of his friend. Piper ran up to join him.

"Can you see him?" She asked in a panic.

"No," Jason sighed. "But it's all water down there. He can swim, can't he?"

"I think so, but Jason we're so high up! His bones could have shattered when he hit the water!" Piper exclaimed.

"Don't think like that!" Jason commanded. "I have to go down and make sure he's okay!"

"No," She cried, gripping his arm. "I don't want you getting hurt! And there's a strong breeze! What if you get carried out into the middle of nowhere?" Jason examined her worried face. He sighed and nodded.

"Okay, but we have to land this thing and find him!"

~Back to Leo~

Leo washed up on the shore line of the large island. He was in Rome, alright. Problem was, was he still in Camp Jupiter? He squeezed his shirt to ring out some of the water. He trudged along up the beach, staring up in the sky. There were too many clouds to see the Argo II. What was he going to do? Suddenly, he heard someone's voice. He turned his head and a little ways down the beach was a group of about three boys. They looked older than Leo. Maybe like 17 or 18. They were jogging his way, but didn't appear to see Leo. He started jumping up and down and waving his arms around, trying to get their attention.

"Hey! Hello? Tall Romans!" He called. The tallest one in front of the other two noticed him first. He motioned to the other boys and pointed Leo out to them. He seemed to say something to them as well, but he couldn't hear him. The one in the middle was wearing a white toga like any other stereo type of a Roman. The two other boys were a little shorter than him and wore cargo shorts and purple T-shirts that read: Camp Jupiter. Much like his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Leo smiled thankfully as the two boys in purple approached.

"Hey, can you guys help me? I-" Before he finished his sentence, the two boys grabbed him up the arms and held him firmly. "Hey, what's going on?"

The two boys looked like twins with their buzz cuts and same cold, blue eyes. They remember Leo of Connor and Travis Stroll. The boy in the toga came up to him cautiously. He glared at him for a moment.

"Yup, he's a Greek all right." He declared. The kid was really skinny and almost as white as his toga. He had a crazy kind of spark in his eye that Leo found disturbing.

"Okay dude, what's-" Leo was once again interrupted.

"Silence!" The pale dude demanded. He drew a crocked knife and stuck it under Leo's chin. "I am Octavian and I suggest if you don't want me to gut you like a fish, I suggest you listen up!"

Leo didn't want to mess with this guy. He tried to nod, but it was kind of hard to with a dagger in his poking his throat.

"Yes, but please here me out first! I was on the Argo II! You're from Camp Jupiter, right? I was one of the Greeks coming here to help! I'm not a bad guy!" He cried without stopping to take a breath.

"Ah, well, we have special plans for you." He grinned at his partners, evilly. Leo's mind whirled with a million thoughts and questions as they started dragging him up the beach. The main question that kept popping up in his brain was, 'Was this a set up by the Romans to capture us Greeks?'