I would like to apologize to my followers, my readers. I have been very sick recently, and on top of that, the holidays are here. To make up for it, I will write another two chapters tomorrow (January 2, 2012 EST) to make up for it. Please, enjoy the story, and if you enjoy it, make a review! If you would like to make a suggestion, for I am always accepting ideas, make a review. Enjoy!

Chapter III – Frank

Frank was exhausted.

Those venti were incredibly difficult to fight. No matter what he tried, he kept just going straight through them. Even the teeth and claws of a cheetah weren't enough. Only Jason, being the son of Jupiter seemed to stand a chance against them.

Leo was talking to Festus, figuring out the damage to the Argo II, Hedge was driving the ship, far away from any storm spirits.

Jason and Hazel were probably tending to Piper and Nico still.

Frank was the only one with nothing to do. He could accompany Hazel, but ever since she has been reunited with her brother, Nico, he and she were growing more distant.

So Frank went to the railing and studied the sea.

They've only left Rome two days ago, and would've reached Greece by now, had it not been for the constant attacks by Gaia's minions.

Being back in the sea reminded Frank of Percy. He was worried for him, stuck in Tartarus because he, Frank, wasn't paying enough attention to save him and Annabeth.

So much work and sacrifice for a giant statue of Athena that's only feat was to shock any Roman who touched it, and slow down the Argo II.

"I'm going to go lie down." Frank told Leo.

Leo nodded, distracted, listening to the head of Festus.

On his way to his room, Frank saw Hazel feeding Nico ambrosia. At least he had finally woken up. Jason was cleaning Piper's face. He decided not to disturb them, and continued to his room.

Inside was nothing special. A bed with a night stand, on which the Chinese handcuffs that Annabeth, taught him how to use sat, and a picture of his mother next to it. On the opposite side of the room was a quiver with extra arrows, an emerald ring Hazel had given him (he was not sure where she got it), and the book his father, Mars, had given him.

Frank collapsed on his bed, and, due to his exhaustion, fell asleep almost instantly.

Frank opened his eyes, and was surprised to be under water, and even more surprisingly, he realized that he could breathe perfectly fine. He looked around, and gasped: he was in a beautiful palace.

Frank looked closer and saw a throne, upon which sat a big guy in Khaki shorts, orange and yellow Hawaiian shirt, sandals, and the best tan he ever saw. Not a man, Frank though, a god. Not just any god either, but Percy's father…

"Neptune?" Frank asked. His voice sounded perfectly clear for being under water, which Frank hadn't expected.

The god laughed, his booming voice resonating probably throughout the whole sea.

"Neptune? No." Neptune-not-Neptune said. "You Romans have never really appreciated the Sea-God, have you?"

Frank just stared at his feet, not knowing what to say.

"Anyhow," Poseidon continued, "I have brought you here for a reason. As you may have heard, most of the gods are incapacitated; and if you haven't noticed, your little ship is being attacked every other hour. Zeus, or Jupiter, is unable to protect you, currently being torn between Greece and Rome. Any questions so far, Roman?"

"Just one, why aren't you fighting between your Greek and Roman personalities?"

Poseidon frowned and answered his question slowly," Well, I am hardly ever Roman anyways. Though, I WAS in a bad shape, but ever since Percy…"

Frank now realized why Poseidon was able to function, when all the other gods couldn't. He was worried about his son. That brought him back to his senses. Maybe, if something like this could shake the gods back to normal…

"Anyways," continues Poseidon, "I have brought you hear to tell you my brother is unable to protect you in the air. However, I can protect you at sea. Stay in the ocean, and you will have the help of the Sea-God!"

Than, Frank's vision went black, and Frank entered his own, god-free dreams.