Okay, I really like doing these, so here goes another.

OCs POV

The demigod was screwed. He was royally screwed.

It was a simply quest. Everything a quest needs – time limit, powerful monster, someone in danger- everything. Of course, it also had something other quests didn't.

It had a motherf**king moron leading it. An idiot who made a stupid mistake. A stupid mistake that cost him his life. Oops. Spoiler alert.

So, he was stranded in a sea storm, his boat having capsized, and he was trying very hard not drown.

Cause that would suck.

He was the son of Zeus, so being stranded in the middle of the sea was not a particularly good situation to be in. He reflected on this thought as sea spray splashed his face, and waves rocked his body up and down. Every so often, a giant wall of water would engulf him, and he'd go spinning this way and that, spluttering and choking, before more often than not, coming to stop with his ass in the air, and his head underwater.

He swam down, and turned the right way up, gasping for air – for the thousandth time. Air seemed to be a resource he was lacking.

He decided, in a split-second decision, that he had nothing else to do. Zeus had nearly always answered his calls, doting on his son – possibly because he was making sure his son didn't get killed by Hera.

So, he prayed. And he prayed.

Dad. Please. I know I ask a lot, all the time. But this time it matters. Please. Help me.

To his surprise, nothing happened. He stared in shock at the sky. Now? Of all times?

Instead of calling out and screaming and cursing, he took a deep breath, and tried to stay afloat a wave as he continued praying.

Dad? Come one, not now. Please.

But Zeus was not what suddenly arrived. A speedboat came zooming across the waves, and called through a megaphone: SWIM CLOSER! WE CAN GET YOU TO SAFTEY!

But this demigod believed his father would save him, and besides, it was far to hard to swim against the waves towards the boat.

So, the boat sailed off, in danger of capsizing itself.

For the third time, he prayed to his dad. Dad! I'm dying! Please. I'll never ask for something ever again! Help me this one last time! Dad!

But again, Zeus did nothing. But mortals did. A second speedboat drove up, but couldn't get closer to the half-blood. Again, this group had a megaphone, and a few survivors shivered in the boat, towels wrapped around their freezing and soaked bodies.

SWIM CLOSER! THE STORM IS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE! WE CAN'T RISK HITTING YOU!

But – again – it was too hard to swim, and the demigod believed he could get his dad to help. So he didn't move, and the speedboat left.

This time, he didn't pray. He had, in truth, given up in help from Olympus, so turned to himself. He was a son of Zeus, in a lightning storm. He could fly.

He took a deep breath, and felt the water around him feel light, his body started to raise, and he started hyperventilating in excitement. But then he started going back down again, and he realised he was just riding another small wave.

He tried one last time – he breathed in, and imagined the air around him thickening, moving by command and lifting him out of the water. But before he could try, a massive wave, so tall it blocked his vision of the horizon smashed down on him.

He went spiralling into the depths of the water, tossing and turning, and gasping, having been caught unawares. His vision darkened, not from lack of oxygen – he was that deep. In fact, he almost instantly stopped moving. He had been pushed so deep; the wave went over him.

But he was still holding his breath.

Kicking his legs hard, he pushed up. But he couldn't even see the surface, and his head was starting to hurt. He yelled inside his head, and finally, finally, he felt himself fly. He propelled through the water like a jet ski, and burst out of the water.

Gasping for breath, and falling back down into the ocean, he was too relieved to feel annoyed at his inability to keep afloat. He was still alive.

A load mechanical sound filled his ears, and two giant spotlights lit up the area around him. He looked up, and saw a rescue helicopter above him, the bay doors open, and someone rolling a thick net out of the copter.

As the net thing unravelled, the demigod saw it was a rope ladder, and its foot splashed against the water, a thick weight stopping it from blowing about.

GRAB ON! A megaphoned voice called. WE CAN FLY YOU TO SAFETY! JUST GRAB ON!

But…he couldn't. He was still gasping for breath, and his muscles were screaming. He couldn't do anything but tread water.

Another wave through him under the surface, and this time, it was too late. There wasn't enough air in his lungs, and he was too deep.

The demigod drowned.

Zeus' POV

"How dare you!" Athena yelled.

Zeus stared in confusion at his daughter, who was currently sitting on her throne, glaring daggers at him.

"Uh…daughter?" he asked.

"Don't you 'uh daughter' me! How dare you let your son die!"

Finally, it clicked. Athena was mad at him for not saving his son. However, this made him mad in turn.

"How dare I?" he yelled back. "What do you mean, I didn't save him?! I sent him two speedboats and a f**king helicopter!"

HAHAHA! I think making these into a short story ruins the joke slightly, but every time I hear the original of that, I have to take a knee. It's brilliant. Hope you enjoy, and if you have any jokes and/or scenarios in which it would work, please leave a review and there's a high chance I'll use it.