Frank's POV
"I can't believe the girls dragged us into this," Jason muttered as we walked in the woods following about two dozen hyperactive kids.
Let me formally introduce you to Camp Smiles-A-Lot, otherwise known as Camp We-Need-Money-And-The-Girls-Thought-This-Camp-Woul d-Help-With-Our-Child-Skills. I know it's lame; the heroes of this century needing jobs. It's not our fault mortals can't see drachmas.
That's why we ended up here. Jason, Leo, Percy, and I were the leaders of twenty-four boys, while Piper, Reyna, Annabeth, and Hazel were the leaders of twenty-four girls.
As of now, we were trekking through the woods on a nature hike. The boys were several meters in front of us because we were too lazy to keep up with them. We lost sight of the boys as we crested a hill. Leo was the first to climb over the hill.
"Uh, guys?" Leo called to us. We quickly went to where Leo was standing.
"Please tell me I am not seeing what I think I'm seeing," Jason said.
It seems that we had run into another camp. But this camp well, um, was a different kind of camp. It was a semi-nudist camp. Girls wearing thongs and bras surrounded our pack of twelve-year old boys. I bet you can guess where their eyes were drawn to.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stray off the marked path," I noted.
"How the heck are we suppose to explain this to their parents!" Jason exclaimed.
"The girls are going to kill us," Percy stated.