Annabeth/Percy

Come In With the Rain by Taylor Swift [3:58]

Rain. Pitter-pattering on the porthole. She watches the drops race down the cold glass.

"Hey, Jason," she calls up to the top deck. "Anything you can do about the rain? It's slowing us down."

His soaking wet head appears in the stairwell and she tries not to laugh. He looks ridiculous. And his severe need for a haircut doesn't help.

"I'm trying. But I'm better with wind. Maybe once we get Percy we'll have better weather, huh? Jupiter and Neptune might stop throwing temper tantrums." He grins and heads back up.

"Yeah," she whispers. "Once we get Percy."