"Just make sure you have it back by six; otherwise I'll have to charge you extra."

Dimitrios nodded, shaking the owner's hand, and took the motorboat's key. "Understood," he replied. "We'll have it back in plenty of time – and with a full tank, as well."

The man hummed, glancing over at the six people climbing into the motorboat and arranging a couple large suitcases in the small storage cabin. "Do you know where you're going to take your guests?"

"Just out of the harbor, maybe motor around some of the islands," Dimitrios told him.

"Then what's with all the bags?"

"Picnic supplies."

The man raised an eyebrow dubiously but shrugged. "Just be careful of rocks if you decide to put ashore anywhere," he warned. "Any damage comes our of your security deposit."

"I understand," Dimitrios assured him. "And we will be careful."

Climbing down into the boat, Dimitrios grabbed the side of the pilothouse as his weight rocked the boat under him. Francisco and Mira had settled in at the bow, Francisco with the sextant gripped tightly in his hands. Claire, Art, Adrien and Marinette sat near the stern, Claire and Marinette engaged in an intense conversation. Art looked over the boat curiously and scanned the harbor around them, watching as a small flotilla of fishing boats made their way out of the harbor mouth. "Are we ready to go?" Dimitios called, waiting a moment for the others to nod their assent before turning on the boat and motoring away from the dock. Watching the harbor traffic carefully, Dimitrios revved the engine and moved out into the flow of boats leaving the harbor. A couple other motorboats, buffeted by the waves from a larger container ship, were pushed in their direction. Dimitrios spun the wheel sharply, just as a sudden gust of wind blew between their boat and the others, pushing them apart. Through the windshield, he could see Mira lowering her hand. Another twenty minutes, and they were leaving the harbor, into the open sea.

"I think we need to go that way!" Francisco called, holding the sextant up to his eye and pointing south and a little east. "Though I can't quite tell for certain. The symbols don't quite line up."

"Symbols?" asked Marinette, leaning forward curiously, out of Adrien's arms.

"Like the ones in the cave," Francisco explained, not taking his focus away from the sextant. Placing her hand on the sextant, Mira muttered something under her breath. Her hand glowed a dim white, and Francisco yelped. "They're moving again! But I can't quite decipher it."

"Take the helm," Dimitrios instructed Art, moving around the pilothouse to join Francisco and Mira. Francisco passed him the still-glowing sextant, and Dimitrios held it to his eye. The interior mechanism radiated prismatic colors in all directions, some of them catching on the horizon and seeming to disappear into the distance, others flashing and sparkling against the edges of the viewfinder. Along the bottom, however, he could see those same shapes and symbols, flickering and rotating. After a moment of study, he finally hummed. "I can pick out all the letters," he finally announced, looking away. "The whole alphabet, along with a couple symbols I don't recognize."

Francisco took the sextant and looked through it again. His brows furrowed in concentration. "They stopped and rearranged themselves," he told them. "But what does it mean?"

Dimitrios pursed his lips. "How would 'Atlantis' look in the Atlantean script?" he wondered. Perry popped out of Francisco's shirt pocket as Paxx rummaged around in Mira's purse to find a sheet of paper and pen. After a couple minutes of quiet chatter, the two Kwamis held up a rough sketch. Studying it carefully, Dimitrios asked Francisco, "Mind if I try?"

Francisco shrugged noncommittally. "Be my guest."

Looking through the sextant once again, Dimitrios focused on the symbols at the bottom of the view, concentrating on Atlantis. Once again, the symbols swirled around and rotated, before a dozen blinked out and the others shifted around to form the same word that the Kwamis had written. Three other symbols flashed above, two above and one below the horizon. Slowly, the symbols began to fade away. "It spells out what you think about," Dimitrios reported, passing the sextant back to Francisco. "Think about Atlantis, and it points the way."

"I think it's out of juice," Francisco mused, looking through it again before giving Mira a sidelong glance.

She rolled her eyes. "What am I, a battery?" With a sigh, she placed her glowing hand on the sextant once more.

Carefully moving around the pilothouse, Dimitrios took back the helm and revved the engine, pointing the boat in the direction that Francisco indicated. Opening the throttle, they skimmed across the water at a blistering speed. Marinette yelped in surprise, falling back into Adrien's arms. Beside Francisco, Art grabbed onto the side of the pilothouse to keep his balance. At the front of the boat, Francisco's grip on the railing tightened involuntarily.

"Figure out where we're going?" Art called over the noise of the engine.

"It looks like it's somewhere between here and Crete!" Dimitrios shouted over his shoulder. "Hopefully it won't be quite that far; we don't have the fuel to make it to Crete."

"If we really need it, I'm sure Pegasus could drop off some gas," Adrien yelled.

"I hope it won't come to that!"

Art kept a tight hold on the grip bar beside Dimitrios, watching the waves as they rushed past, continuing inexorably south, making slight adjustments as they went. "Were you much of one for water before you got the powers?" Art asked, shifting his weight to keep his balance when the boat dropped over a crest.

Dimitrios shrugged. "Not especially," he replied. "I liked swimming just fine, but I wasn't really one for boating. Truthfully, I don't remember the last time I'd gone swimming before all this started. Of course, it's kind of hard to avoid the water when that's the powers you have!"

Art hummed. "From the moment Merman picked me as his eventual successor, I don't think a day went by that he didn't have me in the pool, working on my swimming."

"How did you come to be, you know, Neptune?" asked Dimitrios, eyeing the large fishing boat whose wake they would pass through.

"I'm not really sure why he chose me," Art admitted, frowning. "I've often wondered that, especially since at some point I'll have to choose my own successor – or at least I would have, if we hadn't found out about the Guardians and all that." He shrugged. "I think it was because of Boy Scouts, though."

"Boy Scouts?" scoffed Dimitrios, turning them perpendicular to the wake as they bounced through it.

"Merman was my Scoutmaster, though I didn't know it at the time. At my Eagle Scout Board of Review, he said that I was always helping other people and always trying to 'Do a good turn daily'. The day after the Court of Honor, he showed up at my house and asked if I wanted a chance to do more 'good turns'. I agreed, and I've never looked back."

"Huh." Dimitrios hummed, looking out to sea, scanning the horizon. "As far as we can tell, the powers we received were, well, random. I don't think the device really decided what powers to give each other us – we just stumbled into it and it activated."

"Well," Art told him, "if I've learned anything from the United Heroez, it's that it doesn't matter how you receive the powers. All that matters is how you use them once you have them."

Dimitrios frowned pensively. Following where Francisco pointed, they had left behind most of the water traffic, continuing further south, out of the normal sea lanes. The sun rose higher, nearing midday, and Claire passed around sandwiches to the others. As he ate his own sandwich, making slight adjustments as the sea swells buffeted them off course, Dimitrios thought back on the months since they had discovered their abilities. He had tested his powers out a few times – once he had nearly swamped a container ship that was nearing its pier, before he could calm the tidal wave and push the ship fast against the edge of the dock. He hadn't checked afterward, but at least a couple of the containers had shifted from the rough docking. That had been embarrassing – Nikos had mocked him for a week afterward.

His experiments hadn't all been bad, though; he had rescued a drowning swimmer over the summer when he happened to be walking past the beach while a young girl was struggling to get back to shore. The girl's parents had thanked him profusely afterward. So yes, he had done what he could to help other people with his abilities. Certainly, at least a few people had benefited from his actions.

But was it enough?

"We're here!" Francisco called, holding his hand up. Dimitrios immediately killed the power, setting them to drift. "The crosshairs are pointing pretty much straight down."

Rummaging in one of the bags, Marinette pulled out a plastic container and hummed. "Are we ready?" she asked, taking out an aqua macaron and handing it to Tikki before removing a strip of jerky and wedge of cheese in similar shades.

Adrien closed his hand around hers, his brows furrowed pensively. "Should we double check first?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll go down and check it out," Art volunteered, hitting the release to drop the anchor. "I can set this while I'm at it."

Dimitrios sighed, concentrating on the power flowing just beneath the surface, and was bathed in a flash of warm light. "I'll go with you."

"I didn't see anything over that way," Neptune reported, gesturing back the way he had come. "But the anchor is secure – the boat isn't going anywhere, at least."

Poseidon nodded and pointed his trident in the opposite direction. "I found a couple of coins over that way, but I didn't want to go too far from the meeting point." He held his hand out, rubbing one of the silver coins with his thumb to scrape off the muck and tarnish that had accumulated on it. One side of the coin showed a trident; the other, a man with a long beard. "I've never seen a coin that looked like this before…"

His eyes narrowed in concentration, Neptune kicked past Poseidon. "Let's check out where you found it."

Swimming side by side, the two heroes glided along above the seaweed growing on the seafloor, passing lower trenches as schools of fish swam in all directions away from them. Trident in hand, Poseidon searched the ocean floor ahead of them, searching for any evidence of the ruins they were looking for. He drew in a deep breath, releasing a torrent of bubbles as he exhaled. Beside him, Neptune gave an extra kick, rushing forward and stopping suddenly beside a tall underwater pillar, smoothed by the action of the tide. A shadow skimmed over them as they paused by the pillar, though when he looked up, Poseidon couldn't see the shape of the boat. "This is where I found the coins," Poseidon explained. "At the base of the pillar."

"What do you make of this?" wondered Neptune, gesturing to the base, where ten protrusions ringed the pillar.

"I'm not sure." Poseidon poked at the closest mound with his trident, knocking loose a cloud of sediment and algae. Again, he jabbed it, and more came free, though the trident stopped short, tinging off of something hard. With a shared look, Neptune and Poseidon both started digging their fingers into the sediment and seaweed, pulling it free in large chunks, until they reached the stone beneath. After almost thirty minutes of work, they finally had uncovered all ten mounds, revealing small statuettes, less than a meter in height.

"What do you think: do those two look like a ladybug and a cat to you?" asked Neptune, pointing.

Poseidon hummed pensively. "There are a couple of birds here… that one looks like another bug… and is that a shark?"

"Yeah…" Neptune swirled his net around, sending a steady stream of water at the statues and pushing the debris away. "A shark and a bird, the ladybug and cat…" He drifted to one side, swimming around the pillar and pointing down at each pair in turn. "I'm not sure what this is with the other bird – looks like a predator, maybe a dog of some kind? There's another one sort of like it with that other bug. And then that–"

"That's definitely a kangaroo," Poseidon interjected. "But I didn't think the ancient Greeks would have known about kangaroos."

"Or whatever that is," Neptune agreed, pointing to the statue next to the kangaroo. "A sloth, maybe? Some sort of… marsupial? I wouldn't have thought the ancient Greeks knew about those, either." He shrugged. "But this is Atlantis we're talking about: I think we need to let all of our preconceptions go."