As they passed Charybdis safely, this time without being sucked into the whirlpool, Percy delivers a pray of gratitude to his sister for holding her breath while the ship sail past her by.

He's glad he remembers to pray to her really hard to let them pass.

Percy frowned when the ship, without his command, head somewhere. His Nautical instinct told him one name: Miami, Florida.

Why? He wants to go straight to Camp Half Blood. Or New York Coast, at the least. But the ship did not bulge. Still heading towards Miami.

Is it a bad thing or a good thing?

In one hand, this trip cost them more time than they already did. Who knows if Sea of Monsters is like that Casino. Screwing his time.

In the other hand, this gives him time to think about what to do with the sisters.

It was not his intention to pick up extra members on the quest, though he did not regret it. Demigods are part of big, messy, extended family. He cannot let them stuck in C.C.'s place. But he did allow them to join the quest in the spur of the moment, and now he's having panic of what to do.

These sisters are Roman. Roman. Poseidon told him how Roman and Greek did not get along, with American Civil War is a prime example of it. And worse, Athena had grudges against them. Gods of the Sea. He hopes Annabeth hasn't been chatting or praying to his mother.

If she does, Athena will smite them.

Does ad-libbing how Percy did not care about Roman/Greek name works? Does Roman have dyslexia or not? Can they read Greek or at least understand the spoken words? Can he hide them without anyone notice of them being non-greek? Would Mr. D notice? What about Tantalus? Ugh. Percy almost forgot about that morally bankrupt zombie. How is he going to kick that bastard out of the camp and get Chiron's back? Assuming Chiron won't be able to tell Roman from Greek. But if he could…

Who are their parents, even? A member of the Olympian Council? Or Minor Gods/Goddess?

"Hey." Percy turned and find Hylla staring at him. "Where are we now?"

"Heading to Miami." The answer came easily.

"Miami, huh. That's… eastern coast, isn't it?"

"Yeah?"

"How long it would take to reach San Francisco? Can we reach San Francisco with this ship?"

"We need to reach Panama Canal First." Percy answered. "Why San Francisco? Got family living there?"

She frowned. "No. Just… it feels like safe haven."

Percy frowned in turn. Safe Haven? Why would she feel it?

He felt a tug behind his navel. And immediately he felt something. Like home. Like Camp Half-Blood. but not quite.

Wait. San Francisco is in the west. New York is in the east. They're literally on opposite side of the States. Far apart. Could it be… Roman has a camp, settlement, whatever, in San Francisco? That… would make sense. The gods must be putting thought onto it when they decided Roman and Greek are separated as far as possible.

So here Percy is. He has two options. He can sail to New York and lies to everyone of two new Campers before smuggled them out and ship them to other side of America the first chance he got, or, he can deposit them at Miami beach with supplies before taking off.

Assuming The Princess Andromeda isn't aiming at them.

Hmm…

His gaze swept to Clarisse who just woken up and walk up to deck and Percy almost hit himself.

This is not his quest! This is Clarisse's! She got the final says in it.

"Hey, Clarisse! Quick question." He shouted. "What was your line of Prophecy says?"

"Ha?" The Daughter of Ares glared at him.

"Just answer the question."

Percy got a good idea after he hear the whole question.

Time to see if they had some money on their person. If not… well. He was not above pawning one or two Drachma at the nearest pawn store after they docked. Should get them some bucks. Hylla is of the age, surely, she can be the adult front, if push comes to shove.

.

A few hours later, Percy mentally pat himself in the back.

He had sent the ship carrying the sister to Panama Canal. Praying to his father, brother, and other gods he could think (as Roman version of them) that they will have smooth sailing on the sea, and the ship doesn't have to be manned manually. That it will just sail all the way to San Francisco even without the sisters needing drive it, or handle the sails.

After a quick pit stop in Miami to buy them some food to last them the journey (hopefully).

("We will see each other again." Reyna promises solemnly. "And when it happens, this ship will be returned to you.")

Clarisse was on her way to Camp, on plane, since he loans their one and only method of transportation to the Roman sisters (he really should have ask for their surnames—oh well). That was around the time Percy do grocery run for food and freshwater supply.

It proved to be the best idea.

Because just as they walk on the Miami road, they were accosted by passengers of Princess Andromeda, led by yours truly Luke Castellan and his werebear bodyguard.

Idly Percy wonders how did they know. Was the Pirate ship that obnoxious?

Ah well. At least Percy can derive some pleasure in messing up Graecus' plan.

(His brain goes Roman. This is bad. Reset. Reset.)

His eyes gaze on the water fountain. It sprayed rainbow, since the evening sky is clear.

Hm.

One last trick won't hurt.

Gotta informs everybody, kick Tantalus, and clear Chiron's name, afterall.

Pulling out a drachma from his pocket, Percy prays, O Goddess, please accept my offering.