"Hey, uh, you know you haven't told me your name yet, or do you have one?" Marissa asked the satyr, who was pretty much gorging himself on tin cans.
Erpinan." He mumbled through a mouthful of tin.
"Huh?"
He swallowed. "Ferdinand."
"Oh, that sounds much better."
"What about you?"
"Marissa, there, enough said."
Ferdinand seemed done, he packed the remaining tin cans into his satchel. He didn't seem to mind camping out in the dark woods rather than in a motel or something, Marissa though, had some problems to face.
"So, Ferdinand, what exactly are your plans?"
"Camp Half-Blood, that's where you're supposed to go."
"And where is that?"
"Long Island, New York."
"New York? As in, the States?"
"You guessed it, and now you're probably going to ask how we get there?"
"How, if you're so smart, how?"
"That's easy, but we just have to reach Quebec first.
"Why Quebec?"
"Because that's where Aeolus is."
"Who's Aeolus?"
"The god of the North winds. He's your best hope for transportation, I assume."
"Don't you know how far it is from Vancouver to Quebec?"
"3789 kilometers, of course I know."
"Do we even have the money to pay for such a trip?"
"No, but I've got something far better."
"What?"
"Be patient, you'll see for yourself tomorrow."
"hmm…" Marissa wasn't very sure.
A few moments later, Ferdinand fell asleep. His snores were loud enough to scare an elephant but Marissa didn't mind them. She thought about the Gods, Aeolus, and Camp half-blood. Now what could possibly be waiting for her outside Canada?
In case anyone's wonderin, Marissa's thirteen and the Ferdinand IS Grover's uncle. I also had to research about Canada, because I don't live there, duh.