Well, that twist was fun, but they've got a war to fight, The Pit has a evil overlord to raise, and 002 and I have some…catching up to do. So yeah…. I guess we should get to the chapter now…This is awkward.

Nico's POV

The day had finally come to get off this island. As we were loading up, We realized we'd have to cut the edges off the boat if we didn't want to sink. Percy reached for Riptide, only to remember that it hadn't returned to him due to the magic interference on the island.

"I really wish I had my sword back," he grumbled.

A wave washed up, and as it receded it left behind…our weapons. Lined up in a row and sorted by owner.

"I'll be honest. I didn't think that would work," Percy said.

We all grabbed our assorted weaponry, but I was a little late. The last one to grab their stuff, I was the only one who saw the message write itself in the sand in ancient Greek: This isn't over.

I shivered involuntarily. It couldn't be. Before I could tell the others, the next wave came up and washed away the sentence. It wasn't possible. Helen was alive. I suddenly didn't trust my sword and shield as much. I shook it off, knowing that distractions only got you killed in a fight.

And so, with our weapons returned and perfect weather for sailing, we took off.

Percy's POV

As soon as the island was out of sight, I felt as if some weight had been lifted off my head. Experimentally, I tried to figure out our location. I knew exactly where we were. But not only that, I knew exactly when we were.

"Finally!" Luke said. "How long were we stuck there?"

"Too long," I said weakly. "Our deadline is a week away."

Everyone looked at me in shock. I was pretty shaken up too. Keep it together. As long as the mortals don't try another attack you still have time to negotiate with the mortals. But of course, things don't work that way in my life.

"We've got bigger problems," Annabeth pointed out. "Look."

We all looked out, and we could just see a huge navy fleet headed further out to sea. There were more ships than I could count, and they were moving as fast as mortally possible.

"Any chance that's just a cruise ship with a lot of extra security?" Nico asked.

Luke remained silent, focusing on the ships. "Nope. Headed right for Poseidon's realm. They're getting cocky."

"We've been gone a while," Thalia mused. "They must think we're dead."

Clarisse smiled evilly. "Let's go show 'em they're wrong."

We sped off in the direction of the fleet. We were making good speed thanks to my powers, and soon we'd caught up with the fleet. Luke's ears perked up.

"They've spotted us," he informed.

"Good," I said. "Chris, Annabeth, come with me. We might as well try and be diplomatic about this. Luke, which ship's in charge?"

Luke closed his eyes, filtering through all the messages the ships were sending each other. He finally opened his eyes. "The Titan. Also known as the big one in the middle."

The three of us jumped overboard and I created a geyser to send us high into the air. We landed in the middle of the ship's deck, surrounded by a small army of mortal soldiers.

The army marched forward, and I saw my friends tense up. It would be hard to fight an army that your weapons couldn't hurt. We raised our shields, and the mortals aimed their M16's.

"Stand down!" someone ordered, and the mortals lowered their weapons.

The captain walked through the crowd and looked at us. He was six-foot six with a large build and his uniform was covered with medals and what not. He gave us the look over.

"Michael Everette, Captain of The Titan," he introduced, extending his hand.

I shook his hand with a little more force than necessary. "Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. You're in my turf."

The captain raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall the sea being the territory of Poseidon."

"Yeah well, trust me. If you want to live to see tomorrow, you'll turn this fleet around now," I told him.

"Is that a threat young man?" he asked.

"No it's a fair warning," I said. "The Olympians are angry. They gave us a month to sort things out with the mortals, or they will kill everyone."

"All the more reason to destroy them," the captain said. "They throw around that kind of power like nothing. It's sick, it's wrong, it's–"

Chris grabbed the captain by the collar and heaved him forward.

"Listen idiot," Chris seethed. "One god could destroy this entire fleet with the wave of a hand. You godsdamned mortals are trying to take on all twelve. So if you don't turn this f***ing fleet around right now, I swear we will TURN IT AROUND FOR YOU!"

Done, Chris shoved the captain back. Everybody on the ship stood in shock with their mouths wide open. Chris huffed and walked off the edge of the boat.

"Aw crap," I cursed. "Well, you've been warned. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go fish my friend out of the ocean."

"Again," Annabeth added.

"This happens a lot?" a soldier asked.

"Periodically," I muttered.

Annabeth and I jumped off after Chris. After fishing him out, we swam back to our makeshift boat. We looked back to the fleet, which continued in the direction of my dad's palace.

"Maybe they need time to turn around," I said hopefully.

"I was pretty clear in telling them to turn around right now," Chris grumbled.

"Alright, let's sink these suckers and go home," Nico said. "I've got things to do and people to piss off."

I let my thoughts clear until I was completely focused on the water. A single ripple surged out from our boat, and the water went still as stone. The ships were dead in the water. I thrust my hand outward, and a monstrous wave surged outward, rocking the boats violently. I thrust my other hand out, and a two-hundred foot geyser shot out and struck one of the boats. It capsized and sank.

"You're having all the fun," Thalia complained and lifted her arms to the sky. She brought them down, and a surge of lightning struck another boat, sinking it.

Nico watched us destroy the ships, looking like he was thinking about something.

"C'mon Ghost Boy join in," Thalia said.

Nico extended his hand, and dark tendrils flew from his hand and wrapped itself around another ship. The tendrils pulsed, and the veins on Nico's arm bulged. The tendrils retracted back into Nico, and he clutched his wrist in pain. Abruptly, he thrusted his arm out and a bolt of black energy flew out. It struck a ship, and it exploded into little tiny pieces.

The rest of the ships were soon downed. Nico looked at his hands in mild disgust. Thalia looked at him in confusion.

"Nico…what was that?" she asked.

"Hand of death power I learned a while back," Nico explained. "Hate using it though. Drains other peoples' life force and funnels it into energy."

"Oh," Thalia said. "I can see why you wouldn't like using it."

"Can we focus on the problem at hand?" Clarisse asked.

"She's right," I said. "We need to get to the White House. If we can get the president to stop this, it should be enough to call of Zeus's rage. United States, here we come."

Owch: Yeah 003 is busy with…you know. So he asked me to fill in for him. Here goes…*assumes perfect impersonation of 003* Will Percy and the others make it to the White House in time? Will they be able to save the mortals? Is this the last of the mortal attacks? And how often do cows fight to the death in the middle of a Russian snow storm? *breaks impersonation* Bye!