Third Person POV:

The island before them was another obstacle with it's fair share of death and heartache. It actually was a mere illusion of paradise. One that for countless centuries has driven many Satyrs to an early rebirth. One that had a reputation to take and take without giving anything back. Polyphemus used it's power that was too similar to Pan in a way that only a monster would. A trap that was nearly indistinguishable to the fate a moth would have as it flew towards the embers of their demise. Once used for good things that healed the unhealable, cured the incurable, and as a symbol of hope, was now nothing more than a beacon of death. Countless Satyrs who without a doubt wanted to protect that which they cared for.

And those that cared for them never got to know the truth. Never did they get the chance to say one final 'goodbye' or 'I love you'. The only thing they could do was imagine and dream of the day they come home and tell their tail. One day passes and then another followed by hundreds and hundreds of more. Each day brought dread and fear. Perhaps they can move on, never forget, yet move on. Perhaps not.

Many Satyrs dared to take the journey and treated it as a mission. Maybe even fulfill the dream of finding Pan and save the wild, the true wild... Just maybe.

Was it in vain? It was never in vain. Each journey, each mission, each destination brought them closer to Pan. Yet, it was always snuffed out and stomped on. Thus was the fate of those brave enough to travel here. Brave indeed.

That there is the reason that Grover has managed to survive even though many others died. It could be luck or it could be centuries of deaths that warned and steered him down the right path. It was he that found the Golden Fleece. Not Percy, nor Triton, or anyone else for that matter. It must've hurt seeing it, the Fleece. The journey is long and dangerous yet they manage to survive and find an aura.

A beautiful, wild aura.

It wasn't foolish to compare it Pan. It was strong, wild, and free, all things that Pan was. But when they see it, it isn't a god. It isn't their lost god. It must hurt knowing that they were so close, yet so far.

Who came and who died? What lives did they live? Who did they leave behind? The bones may be thought to be nameless but, that's not the case at all. They had lives and chose to be a part of something great. Yet, no one would know that. The only thing that can be done is putting a stop to it all. A stop to the needless slaughter of Satyrs with enough bravado to last two lifetimes.

These thoughts reverberated through Percy's head as he watched the island before him. The deed of getting the Fleece may be one thing but it will give far more than that. Satyrs won't fall and the campers that Percy was thrown away from, get to fight another day. Getting the Fleece away from Polyphemus will leave a domino of goods in it's wake.

It was up to them to finish this. Percy and Triton steered the vessel around and parked The Queen Anne's Revenge on the cliffside of the island. From here it was up to the girls to get Grover. All they had to do was climb up get him and climb down. No biggie. Percy and Triton on the other hand jumped off the pirate ship and swam around to the soft and warm beach, opting to take the direct approach up.

Clarisse was the first to jump onto the sheer cliffside followed by Jessica then Annabeth. They've done enough mock climbs with their own lava wall that this should feel like a breeze. 'Feel' being the key word in that statement. Back at camp if they fall they can get up and try again. Not to say it's easy in anyway, but out here they only get the one chance.

Thus was the sad reality that struck them hard. A reality check that decked them in the mouth.

Clarisse had to be extra careful. The rocks were not entirely stable and would crack and fall under the pressure they held. Small pieces would crumble dusting the air and endangering her comrades. If the dust were to get into their eyes it might as well be over. Or if a rock hit the a fate similar to the Satyr would befall them.

Their finger nails dug deep into the cliff's edge. It was nearly two hundred feet straight up and it wasn't going to be getting any easier. All they could was hug the wall like it was a final goodbye. Their forearms burned and ached as they struggled to maintain a proper hold. They know the proper way to climb and it still tore the fibers in their limbs. Shoulders ached, back stiff, and legs shaky.

It felt exhilarating. Adrenaline pumping out of fear of making mistakes. One wrong move and it will all be over.

As Clarisse reached high above her head she finally grabbed hold of the finish line. In one swift move she pulled herself over and huffed out a breath. She checked her hangers and noticed a couple blisters and some blood on her nails. Not too bad.

Now that she was up she peaked over the edge. What she saw utterly terrified her to her core. Jessica was struggling and the fear on her face was evident that she was running on fumes. Jessica was shaking. Sweat poured down her face and stained her fingers. In a desperate attempt Clarisse reached out and called to her.

A new found hope seeped it's way on her features. She was gonna make it. Just a little more... With one final push Jessica latched onto Clarisse. Clarisse started dragging her friend up.

The timing couldn't be worse. An almighty roar from the Cyclops Polyphemus caused the island to tremble. Jessica lost her footing as her hand began to slip. Annabeth was clutching a little handle with a single arm as she too was dangling for dear life. After a moment the trembling stopped, melting the fear right out of them.

Clarisse was strong, one of the strongest. To her, Jessica was a small pencil weight. Easy-peasy. Pulling her up was a synch... Except she didn't count on losing her grip. She didn't anticipate how weak she was gonna be after the free climb or how slick Jessica was. It's not something that can be planned for. In these type of situations it blamed solely on luck. Luck that Jessica didn't have much of.

Jessica didn't even have time to scream. Annabeth in desperation to save her friend reached out with her free hand and grabbed what she could. Unfortunately she grabbed Jessica's shirt and she swung into the cliff-face. Annabeth's arms crashed into the wall and it went numb. Only out of sheer will could she hang on.

Jessica was in a tight spot. Her shirt was tearing and she couldn't find a spot to latch onto. 'There!' She thought as she reached...

*SNIP* The shirt tore and Jessica began freefalling. She widened her eyes in shock, and she was falling. Her perception of time distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only her and the sky above, the sky that seemed to swallow her whole. Her hand reached out, kissing the sky, grasping the endless crevasse of blue. Everything was a blur, a blur that swirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, her eyes set on her friends.

Clarisse did the only thing she could and reached out in vain, mouth agape. It shocked her system still.

Annabeth was hurting with tears streaking her face. She didn't want to believe this was the end. It couldn't be the end for her, could it? She hugged the wall for dear life. Something that Jessica couldn't do.

For those precious seconds we were suspended in the air, limbs flailing, mouths agape. Every thought about life and death raced through the demigod's mind. Every little detail about her old family and about the summers they spent relaxing on a lake. To the new family she made at camp. To the promise made about her family. True to Percy's word, she wasn't an outcast yet still unclaimed. It hurt never knowing that side family. She doesn't even blame him.

Her life flashed before her very eyes. She thought she saw parts of the future, parts where she was happy, sad, and with the love of her life. It felt like some sort of sick joke that the Fates pulled, 'This could have been your future, sucks doesn't it? It sucks that this is the could have been. Did you enjoy it thus far.' That's what she thought the Fates were nagging her about. Yes, it wasn't a bad life. She has regrets, they always do. But it was a good life, a strange one, but a good one.

Then nothing...

Annabeth and Clarisse didn't hear anything. Not a scream, not a splash, just the deafening silence. The terror etched into their minds. The worst possible luck in the worst situation.

They had to keep moving, if not then it would be for nothing. All of it would be for nothing. Annabeth closed her eyes with tears rolling down in waves. Clarisse was shell shocked and still had her arm stretched out. Her eyes were glazed over as soon as Jessica slipped from her grasp. A moment passed and the daughter of Athena made the first move. She began to climb with three times as much care as before.

When she was closing in, Clarisse snapped out of it and drifted over to her. This time she let both her arms down as once she had a firm grasp on she tugged and pulled with all her might.

Once they reached the top they crawled away. Not wanting to overlook the cliff and get away from it as fast as possible. Both of them wanted to sit and wait, wait until they processed what just happened. Yet they couldn't afford to. It sucks, it hurts with an unimaginable hurt. It would hurt more if they stayed. Loss is the side of loving they never warn you of... that should you loose a loved one your heart is buried in part with them. When the dirt hits the wood it buries your soul too. There is no coming back, and so the world becomes as if it is made of shadows and every breath feels hollow in the chest.

But it would add to their hurt if they weren't able to save Grover. So they must continue. Cause the world will keep spinning with or without them. They have no word on Grover which means the worst has already happened or may happen. "Come on..." Clarisse solemnly said as she dragged Annabeth to her feet, to which she begrudgingly went along with.

"Yea..." Annabeth answered in a barely audible whisper. In all happenstance this sort of thing is common amongst demigods who venture out in the real world. It's the sad truth that demigods have to live with every damn day of their miserable lives.

So they got up an looked around them surveying their surroundings. Somehow after all the unluckiness they experienced Annabeth and Clarisse found themselves above the cave entrance. Yet it didn't feel like luck. What they saw caused them to gasp from shock. Below them was a badly injured Grover laying unconscious next to a pot of boiling water. "Should I wait for friends or should eat?" Polyphemus began wondering out loud, "I am hungry but, if wait then more food... Wait." He managed to decide on which was good.

It meant they still have a chance. The two of them began making their way down without alerting the giant Cyclops. It was strange because they had to hardly hide themselves. Polyphemus was practically blind in every aspect. So they got down with no trouble whatsoever.

A sudden commotion with the piranha sheep alerted Polyphemus about something, "Friends!" He shouted with glee skipping away with glee.

The two girls took the opportunity and swiftly made their way over to the sleeping Satyr. Only when they got closer was his condition actually analyzed. He was utterly beaten and bruised. Not only was his skin and unhealthy faded color; he had a gash across his forehead with dry blood. Even though it was dry, earlier it dripped over his eyes and made a strange mask over his face. Luckily it seemed that nothing was broken. So for the most part his injuries were pretty minor.

Finding it safe to move him Clarisse took Grover which was completely out of character for her. Her thoughts were, 'Maybe I can actually save him.' It hurts. When will it not hurt?...

The next question was how are they going to get down? A brilliant idea popped into Annabeth's brain. It came with risks but, it was going to be their best bet getting down safely and quickly. As they followed the direction of Polyphemus they came across a rackety bridge... and across the bridge were Triton and Percy giving Polyphemus a run for his money.

Annabeth didn't want to go back down the cliff and considering Percy and Triton were taking the straight up approach, it meant a short window of getting down the island. Polyphemus would be distracted and that's what she was counting on. She trusts Percy.

From the distance they were at they saw a storm brewing above the two sons of Poseidon. The winds picked up and shook the bridge and stretched the limbs of the oak holding the Fleece. It began growing at a rapid rate and it even started to drown out the three of them. The winds whipped their hair and clothes with vigor. If this is what it's like from way over here they didn't want to know what it was like with The Guardian Angel.

This was their chance. Annabeth made precise cuts on the ropes which would only snap under a certain pressure. "Let's go." Annabeth instructed and began running down the island they were on; completely avoiding the bridge. Those cuts were the backup plan in case things went awry. Clarisse was right behind her with Grover on her back; a strange sight for those who actually knew her.

With Polyphemus having his own issues, they made excellent progress getting to The Queen Anne's Revenge. It was right where Percy and Triton said it was going to be. Things began to finally look up for them. The only strange thing was the slight vibrations beneath their feet and the sea acting up.

Once on the ship Clarisse took Grover below deck with Annabeth following closely behind. One of the rooms however, was occupied.

They weren't expecting to find this... She was carefully laid and cared for... Arms crossed... A small smile among her lips... She looked like she was taking a simple nap... Like she was going to wake up any minute... Jessica looked fine.

This was the straw that broke the camels back. They broke down... completely.

-To Percy and Triton-

The wind blew across the sea with a powerful passion, scattering old remnants as if they were the leaves of fall and banging the cliff as if they were its chaotic drum beat - the marching band of one without fingers or hands.

The beach stretched out alongside the water, these constant waves chattering with the sands like long lost friends. And in this wake it gives the chance for life, for the rock pools to refill. Those briny waves come as rain to a dessert, a gift never repaid, as it always is with nature... the strong give, life thrives... and so it goes on.

If they hadn't known any better they would have thought that this was simply too easy; waltzing onto the pristine shore with no trouble like that. Of course they actually knew better and put up their guard in an instant. If they past was anything to go by then this was clearly a trap. Or a warning. The calm before the storm if you will.

Triton decided to be the one to take the lead as they jumped straight into the lush undergrowth of paradise. After the never ending lights of the blinding sun, Triton and Percy underestimated the utter blackness of darkness in the woods. In Triton's mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the sunlight would find it way through the few cracks the canopy allowed. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even though it was the middle of the day today; its warm rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. They decided to keep walking along, the twilight they had mistaken for night had passed rapidly. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled with dirt. Percy began to breathe the cool air more rapidly. The darkness pressed in on him from all sides and his body screamed for him to keep an eye out; his instincts screaming to be prepared. He sank to his bottom on the damp earth to look for trails and paths. He didn't find anything so both of them pressed on.

The massive undergrowth put a damper on their progress. With each carefully placed step, a new window of light seeped towards them. The warmth of the sun caressing their skin. And as they seemingly approached the edge of the darkness a thought pierced Percy's skull like a bullet. 'Save her! Save Jessica!' A woman's voiced cried out.

"Jessica!? Who are you? What do you want!?" Percy shouted and did the only logical thing; he turned back.

'Please just just save my daughter!' The feminine voice pleaded. Daughter? All rationalized thoughts left and he sprinted away.

As Percy leaped and bound from branch to branch, something he was very familiar with, Triton called out to him, "Percy! Percy, wait!" Triton tried to catch up to him but, it was futile. His voice was fading behind his brother. Percy has had a lot more experience; at this point it was basically second nature to him. All precautions and thoughts of traps flew out of the younger son of Poseidon's mind. He only cared about saving his friend. All Triton could do was hope that he would make it in time. In time to help his brother.

Percy burst through the trees and ended up at the beach they started out at. He didn't even need to think about his next move. Percy dove into the sea commanding it to propel him like a jet. There isn't a chance in hell that he's going to to be late this time. It doesn't matter if it's a trap because he will overcome it. And he isn't alone this time. One thing struck him and it was the fact that the feminine voice sounded urgent... like she cared.

Waves come, transient yet always there, rising, falling. They scatter the light, the hue of the water ever changing yet always familiar, always blue. How could he fail to love them as they dance inward to crash on the pebbles? How could he fail to appreciate the salty air or the cold caress of the breeze? They are stalwarts of this ocean-side life, present and passing, always the same and never. Once upon a time he would indulge himself in such thoughts about his other half but, not today. Not right now.

As Percy reached the girl's climb point he pushed at his limits. The sight set before him scared the living Hades out of him. There, suspended a hundred feet in the air was Jessica.. falling. Time slowed to a near standstill. There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even Percy's own breath seemed to die as soon as it left his mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed my senses became heightened. He felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected. It was as if the world were encased in a cocoon, a bubble, and there was no way out.

In that stillness she scared Percy. Perhaps it is the sunlight making her skin so pale, of the lack of wind letting every hair hang without movement, Percy is not sure. Jessica wouldn't even blink, just kept her eyes on the sky above her as if it whispers secrets to her.

Percy tried to come up with a way to save her, slow down her fall, steady her, anything! But, anything he came up with was quickly tossed out. His mind was racing a million feet per second and he didn't know what to do... No matter the plan, it would be too late. They all need time and that is something he doesn't have. At the rate Jessica was falling it would be like hitting concrete. Not to mention the rocks and and other dangers.

In a last ditch effort of coming up with something Percy shot himself out of the water in an attempt to catch her or slow her down. Without any time to calculate the force he took a guess. Will it work? He doesn't have time to think like that. But will it? It has to! Cause if it doesn't then it means- it means... she will die. Percy can't allow that to happen. He wasn't numb to the dangers of trying to do this. One second late and it's all over. One second early and it's over. Any deviation from perfection meant it was over.

The worried son of Poseidon reached out... He was gonna make it... He was gonna make it... His momentum ran out early, early enough that he could only watch her. And he too began falling down. Not before his arm was merely a foot underneath Jessica's back. He was so close. But he was no son of Zeus, he couldn't control the air or sky and help. Any attempt to raise the sea would be futile.

Percy could only watch, watch as his friend plummeted with him. "Jessica!" Percy wanted to scream and maybe just maybe she can turn around and reach him. However falling has a way of distorting time and space. Before he could even pronounce the J in her name his back splashed down; a split second later so did Jessica. Her lifeless form sinking in the abyss.

For a second Percy couldn't move; flashbacks threw him back to his first failure. "...Percy!" Triton's voice pulled him back towards reality. Percy shook himself out of his stupor and gently grabbed Jessica... He dissociated from the world and next thing he knew he blinked and held Jessica bridal fashion on the ship. With Triton standing next to him glumly.

No words spoken, nothing can be said. Well nothing that would alleviate the hurt grasping at Percy's heart.

Percy took her below deck and willed her dry. He gently placed her down, caring for her like she was brittle glass. Staring down at her features he grew mad, how could she be smiling when he- he... was late?

To be late means death awaits

The last line of the prophecy. He thought it meant something else. He thought it meant the fate of camp. Not her. Gods why did it have to be her!? He didn't even fulfill his promise!

"Percy... It's not your fault." Triton comforted him.

"Thanks. But you're wrong. I was warned and I still wasn't here on time. Even the prophecy warned us." As much as Triton comforted, it didn't help his aching heart.

"Us, don't forget that. This is on me as well." Triton believed he was held accountable as well. Why wouldn't he?

"Only if that were true... Jes-... Jessica's mom warned me. That's why I came back." Triton didn't know what to say to that. Sure he could deny it all he wants but, a god's warning is never to be taken lightly. A moment passed, breathing was the only thing that could be heard.

"If that's the case then you know there wasn't much you could do. The Fates planned this well before, don't think for a moment that the blame is placed solely on you." The Fates again. Why does it seem like they just love making Percy's life as miserable as can be? "Cause if you do I'll beat you until you're a pile of chum and give Leslie the royal meal she's been craving." Triton threatened after a moment passed. Oh, Leslie was a Great White that sometimes got a little too playful. All's good though. "Now get your head out of your ass or this won't be the only the death you'll deal with." He just has such a way with words.

Percy absently nodded his head. Triton was right, there is a whole lot more at stake if they just left it as is. "Let's go. Today is the last day this island takes anything else." Shiver's ran down Triton's spine when he heard Percy's tone, rage. Suddenly Triton saw something in his brother that crippled any doubt in his mind. Not that he had any but, if he did then it would have vanished.

His eyes.

Percy's eyes glowed a robust green as his powers began channeling through his core. His eyes were a dazzling sea-green shade. The kind of green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind you that spring was coming. The kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches. That churning- passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That color of the forest after it rains. The color of the tadpoles making ripples in the pond. That green color that brings hope and life no matter what has happened. And looking into those eyes, Triton could see it. And he knew that he could.

In contrast with the life giving green, the icy blue ring told a different story. Triton never wants to be on the opposite side of his glacier stare, the one that knew no warmth and never shared loved. That's what was saved for the truly despicable. The rim around his eyes sparkled like storm clouds right before lightning hit. A never ending threat that dug to the soul. Clouds of grey and blue threatened floods and fury while pupils dilated in passion. Looking into his eyes he could hear the creaks of a glacier falling against the shore, an unstoppable force decimates anything in it's way. It glowed blue; a frost that swept a landscape ruining crops- a light rich crystal, with specks of wild colors here and there. One look from that gaze felt the same as the cold grasp of Death- petrifying, cold, unfamiliar. The rims spoke that kind of truth.

One last look gave the impression that the sea-green was vulnerable to a hostile takeover of the myriad of frozen blues...

The caution they held before was thrown out the window. Every step Triton took, the sea turned in turmoil and shook in accordance with his mirrored mood. The waves were wild horses, rearing up before crashing down onto the beach, pounding the sand with their white foam hooves.

The moment Percy's feet made contact with the ground, the immediate area tremored in anticipation. Trees that weren't rooted in solid were dragged out of the soil. Rocks crumpled, leaves fell, animals ran, and the fearsome cannibalistic sheep were knocked off balance. Perfect.

There wasn't going to be any wasted time. "Polyphemus!" Percy shouted over the ruckus the boys created as they neared the oak with the Fleece. They could take it and be out of there with none the wiser. However the brothers agree that Polyphemus needs to pay. Make him pay for all the loneliness and heartache he caused, pay for the deaths, pay for the mass grave he calls his home... pay for Jessica.

A minute passed and the Cyclops strutted out onto the bridge beaming for the prospects of more food. Even from across the gap, the milky eye was unmistakable. Dull, simple, nothing significant about it all compared to the storm of emotions Percy held firmly onto. "So food has finally arrived!" Polyphemus roared with laughter as he looked around with near-sightedness. "Guess Satyr was good bait after all!" That did it.

Something in Percy snapped and subsequently as it did in Triton. "You're going to die." Triton promised as his emotions bubbled to the surface. Out of the reach of consequences they drew their weapons. A storm began to brew accompanied by the gale that had pushed the one eyed monster back. They recalled the creaking of the wood as the relentless wind battered and tore at the branches of the majestic oak. The wind was as loud as a powerful jet engine and had all the mercy of an enemy gunner who has you trapped in his sights. Here come the drops heavy and hard, falling from a sky of a dark sheet. They come altogether and yet as pioneers. And though the battle has yet to begin all three are soon quite wet.

Polyphemus was first to make a move and swung wildly in the general direction of the brothers. Somehow he hit it right on the mark forcing Percy and Triton to roll out of the way on either side. Triton aimed his trident and threw it at the monster's shoulder. As it soared, Percy with his nimbleness, leaped onto the cyclops arm charging straight at the beasts face. The trident stuck inducing a cry of pain, preceding any other action on the giants behalf Percy tore the trident from his flesh.

In the monster's frenzied state he swatted Percy of him, flinging him across the field. It didn't have nearly the intended affect because Percy flipped mid air and landed in his feet. In Percy's haste he ignored the hiss of pain in his ribs and ran back to his brother's side. It seems that this wasn't go to be as easy as they hoped.

Triton materialized his armor as he dodged a swipe. He saw his trident stuck in the ground at the monster's feet, now or never, he ducked under a another swipe and somersaulted right into his weapon of choice. It felt good having it in his hands. Polyphemus saw the boy underneath him and thought he had the edge. Launching his knuckle straight down, it felt like a sure victory.

Oh how wrong he was. Triton position his body under the three prongs and waited. Flesh made contact shredding the one eyed freaks knuckles to the bone. The momentum carried with vigor leaving untold damage. Polyphemus cried out and withdrew his arm. in the act of kicking the sea god. Triton didn't get the chance to dodge as he was punted in the same direction of Percy.

The same course of actions took place leaving the two bros a good distance away from their target. "Pathetic." Percy mentioned while spitting a drop of blood from his mouth. Despite the distance and roar of the wings, Polyphemus heard them.

"Pathetic? Only you two are pathetic! Even more than that Satyr!" The beast taunted acting like he just took a shot of adrenaline. Disregarding his bad eye sight, the cyclops began picking up pieces of the island and chucking them with untold accuracy and precision in an unrelenting firestorm. Flying like bullets, Percy and Triton began dodging with absolute fluidity in their motions. If that wasn't enough, they began making headway slowly but, surely.

Once they were within fifty meters Percy glanced over at his brother with a knowing look. Triton took this as a sign and prepared himself.

With a chunk of rock the size of a school bus held above the Cyclops' head Percy timed his next move exactly. Just before it Polyphemus made the motion to throw, Percy stomped his right foot onto the ground and caused a minor earthquake to shake the island. It wasn't all that big, nevertheless the giant lost some of his balance and the boulder toppled over on his own head.

Triton took the chance and sped up to the knocked over Cyclops hoping to not give it a chance to stand back up. The first move he made was to try and cut his Achilles but, Polyphemus was a lot more resilient than first thought. He kicked Triton away and got right back on his feet. Percy was already on the move when the monster decided that he had enough. He walked over to the Oak and snapped a massive branch off.

A terrifying thought zapped it's way into Percy's skull. For that split second he began to wonder if Polyphemus was willing to risk his golden opportunity to settle this quickly. His thoughts were settle when he caught a glimpse of the shimmering Fleece waving in the storm. On the other hand, Polyphemus began waving the tree branch around wildly smacking everything in his vicinity.

Triton barely had anytime to dodge and jump back in order to get out of his range. 'Now is as good as time as any.' Percy thought whipping out his flute. In order for this to work Percy needed to calm down and get in close. "Triton! Give me a sec!" Percy called out, his voice carried across the field while running.

Triton glanced back and nodded. He knew the perfect way to get the monster's attention, taunts. Every insult he could think of he dished out forcing Polyphemus into a fit of rage. Which leads to mistakes, like letting Percy get a breather.

The winds began to calm down and the rains turned into nothing more than a drizzle. The monster completely ignored anything and everything that wasn't Triton, which is how Percy got in close. He brought the flute to his lips and played a soft melody, the first song his moms taught him. It didn't have a giant bang like some other's but, it did it's job. This specific melody caused the target to grow sluggish and weary, not actually go to sleep. Since the song only had a singular job, it was very effective in causing most monsters to grow sluggish.

Thus the perfect opportunity. The branch that Polyphemus swung grew heavy in his hand and with one last strike his breathe grew heavy. Triton took the opportunity and dashed up his slung arm with his trident extended in front of him. One leap from his shoulder and he drove the three prongs all the way passed his milky orb of sight.

Dust rained upon the battered battlefield letting the two brothers catch a breath. Sending that beast back to the depths of Tartarus. A fitting end.

Only that wasn't the end...

Percy put his flute away and climbed the tree. A simple climb really but, a climb nonetheless. He grabbed the Fleece and for a moment it felt heavier than he anticipated and nearly fell out. "Holy!" Percy yelped before getting a hold of himself and safely falling. "Let's go." Percy told him while throwing the fleece over his shoulder.

-A few minutes later back on the ship-

The boys arrived and found a sobbing Annabeth and a hidden Clarisse as well as an unconscious Grover. That's good, not the unconscious part but, the part that he's now safe. They guessed Clarisse didn't want to be seen in her state. So they were off.

Percy took a glance back and no longer saw the illusion of paradise but, a mound of dirt. It seemed fitting.

The prophecy was right however, to be late means death awaits. The death of Jessica. Thus making the journey back a long and solemn one.