A camper named Jerry was running around, frantically trying to find the Saviour of Olympus.
Sweating heavily, the brown haired boy ran up to Percy's cousins Thalia and Nico, hoping for information on the Son of Poseidon's whereabouts.
"Do you know where Percy is? I can't find him anywhere!"
"How long have you been looking?" Asked Thalia as she sipped a .
"Seven hours!" Exclaimed his blue eyes wide.
Suddenly the cousins started laughing and Jerry fixed them with an incredulous stare.
"Dude, Percy's doing his swimming. He does like at least nine hours at least five days a week. Non stop."
"But I looked at the beach!"
"Did you try Cuba? Or Jamaica? Or Antarctica? He likes the underwater life there."
"What!" Jerry almost yelled. "Antarctica?!"
"Duh. Earth is mostly made up of water and Percy's dad is the God of the stuff. If you had his powers you would be going around like that too. But right now he's most likely in Jamaica."
"How do you know?"
"He left a note saying me would get us souvenirs."
Needless to say Jerry passed out, vowing to never try to find a Big Three kid again.