Okay... The red-line border thing for this new look of FanFiction is really creeping me out. It just reminds of incorrect security codes and passwords. You might be thinking What is wrong with your imagination? It is going wild?!. Okay... Maybe not that... But iif my imagination is not going wild, I wouldn't be here. Also, this story will be going under a remake soon, so I can combine the chapters together. Anyways, you're probably not here to hear me ramble on and on, so you can read on and on with this story.

Percy POV

So here, anyone cares to guess where we are? I don't see any hands, so I'll tell you. Me and Grover woke up to a scheme of absolute chaos...

There were tsunamis, earthquakes, thunderstorms, and tornadoes. You'd be like: 'Long Island doesn't have those, right?!' Well then, you'd be in for a big surprise.

The first that happened when I woke up with being soaked by about half the Atlantic ocean. Anyone would think it's fine, you can just redirect the water anyways. Sadly, nope. There were quite a lot of shellfish, kelp, seaweed, and rocks with it, so unlucky day for me. After getting most of the things off me, I still looked like little mermaid.

I looked around the supernatural-disastrous beach, looking for a head of messy black/brown hair of a hoof. The only things that were around were driftwood-had no clue where that came from-, kelp, seaweed, seashells, rocks, and sand. I was fearing the worst until I spotted a clump of blackish hair covered with seaweed and kelp, with a slight touch of sand.

I gave a small sigh of relief as I heard a small groan come from the clump of 'debris'. Now the real problem stroke me. How in Hades am I only to dig the idiotic satyr out? Pull him out by his hair like a carrot? It'll hurt a lot and probably won't work. Dig around him? Really, I don't have all of eternity. Wake him up and see if he can get himself out? Highly doubt it, even goat hooves can't move that well in sand. So that left one option. Leave him to be. That is the best choice, but probably a bit... mean.

Just then, I heard voices calling out to us. There were several odd-looking teenagers about my age in the shelter of some trees, waving at us. They were standing quite a far distance away, in order to not get swept away by the storm. Some of them were holding flashlights, turning them on and off as if to say something. Ooh! It was probably the mighty Morse Code that I have absolutely no knowledge about. I waved back cheerfully to them, flashing them a bright smile. Even from this distance, I could see them shake their heads and giving me odd looks.

Now why would I, a handsome boy, be attracting odd looks from others? Then a sudden thought came to me. I am sitting in the center of a world-record-breaking disaster smiling at people?! They must think I am jumping off the edge of insanity. I clapped my hands together, having figured out why. And as a note, any of you that even think I am dumb, slow, or stupid, watch out for fish.

This time, instead of waving to them like a maniac, I pulled on Grover's hair while pointing at him. Grover let out a groan as I pulled on his hair. I turned to glare at him. Why would a unconscious satyr buried in sand complain while I try to save him from destruction? Anyways, the people seemed to understand what happened. One of them ran off, returning a few moments later pushing an old man in a wheelchair at incredible speed. It was a surprise that the old man didn't collapse from the speed they were going at.

The old man seemed to know the situation at once, after taking one glance at my unusually smiling face. He called for a few to bring shovels, and then just sat there waiting for something miraculous to happen. And true to the old man's actions, the storm did stop, and the ocean retreated back in the coast. Still, I just sat there, completely dry, with a stuttering Grover next to me.

One of the people approached me. She had golden blonde hair, storm gray eyes, and a bright orange t-shirt. The t-shirt was the same as the others, something like Cmap Hlaf-Boold on it. Wait... Is that supposed to be Camp Half-Blood or something? I'm pretty sure that is the only thing close enough to it to actually mean that.

The girl looked at me warily, as if I was some alien species waiting to be examined. I merely pointed to the clump of seaweed next to me. "I believe that is one of your satyrs here, right?" My brain still works enough for me to figure out a kindergartner leveled puzzle, so whatever.