Conclusion

Percy saw his surroundings were all blue – the same hue of blue the sphere maps he'd seen marked the deep seas with. It also happened to be his favorite color. This had to be a dream then.

"Percy. You got out fine, I see." Poseidon said, though Percy only heard his voice, and did not see him no matter how much he turned around.

"Yes, thanks for sending all this," Percy said.

"You're welcome." Poseidon said, coming out of the wall in front of Percy.

"That captain is really nervous, though." Percy added.

"Yes, I suppose he would be," Poseidon chuckled. "I said this one little comment and he got all flighty. So I told him to come here – as if it would make amends. I would have told him to come anyway, but this way I don't have to give him anything for it, nor do you."

"But if he's that uncomfortable leaving Mediterranean…" Percy began.

"Percy – do you think any sensible sea-captain would dare to defy the Sea-God just for a bit of comfort?" Poseidon asked in amused tone, raising one eyebrow.

"Well if you put it that way," Percy said, "I suppose not."

"Anyway, I came to tell you that I want you to go back home," Poseidon told Percy. "You have gone through enough. Of course your girlfriend did too. And my clumsy nephew certainly needs rest, too."

"Back home, when the others are fighting…" Percy began.

"What you don't know is that the Greeks and Romans are fighting each other back at Camp Half-Blood." Poseidon told Percy gently. "Of course, with you being a leading member in both camps, I suppose you are able to do something to stop them like no one else can."

After that information, Percy had to agree he had to go and try to stop that stupid war. Once he had woken, he went to talk to the captain.

"Father told me we need to cross the Atlantic," Percy told the captain ruefully.

"Cross the Ocean – "the Captain began hesitantly.

"Or do you wish to defy the Lord of the Sea?" Percy asked pointedly.

"Of course not!" Captain Fish said quickly. "But there are lots of things to consider – navigation for one. It's one thing when the shore is in sight but open sea…"

"I can help you with that," Percy told him. "One of the perks of being son of the Sea-God: I'll know."

"We still need to get some supplies," the Captain said.

"We'll get some from Southampton and set sail to New York afterwards." Percy replied.

The Captain agreed to the plan and they were off. Nico reminded Percy that Titanic had also sailed that route.

"Tried to sail you mean," Percy replied. "That one made the error of insulting my Dad. Olympic sailed the same route successfully for decades."

"Olympic? There was a ship named that? Why have we not heard of it?" Nico asked.

"Exactly." Percy said. "Apart from the name, the two were near identical. And Olympic never got the publicity Titanic did – honest, people are still talking about it nearly a century later."

"Maybe they thought publicity was bad luck?" Nico suggested blandly. "And where did you hear all this?"

"Paul told me. He had just heard about the whole demigod-thing and White star's three ocean-liners were among the things he thought up and checked out."

"So what was the third one called?" Nico asked.

"Britannic." Percy replied. "She exploded during a war. Rather fitting to the name, don't you think?"

And so they sailed – Annabeth spent her time patching sails – a boring task, but then, doing nothing would be even more boring. Percy helped the captain and First Mate with navigation – something he was natural at, and the other two, of course, deferred to the son of the Sea-God. Nico spent his time in the Galley helping the cook, usually by beheading the fish and removing their guts.

Eventually they reached New York, and Percy went up to stop the stupid war. He went up there, and once he saw Octavian busy on the Roman side, he called upon Apollo. When Apollo told them to stop fighting, they had no choice. Even Octavianus couldn't protest and ask for auguries. Not when it was the god of prophecy himself telling them directly what to do. Further, Apollo told him that he was no longer allowed to slaughter stuffy toys.