Frank is a little bit scared of Juliette.
Frank is also a little bit scared of Percy, though. It's sort of insane to him that those siblings aren't blood related, because they're the same equal mix of terrifying and airheaded.
Or hardheaded, Frank hopes.
"Do you think she's okay?" He mutters to Hazel, squinting up at the ripples in Terminus' forcefield. He cringes in sympathy as he watches Juliette's green scaled wyvern shake its head, dizzy following her very very loud and painful looking collision with the barrier god surrounding Camp Jupiter.
Hazel's hand slips into Frank's. Her fingers are trembling. He glances at his girlfriend in concern and finds her eyes are trained across the square still.
On the pyre.
Where their friend is lying atop it, clad in shining gold armor and a purple praetorean cloak.
"No."
Frank closes his eyes. He squeezes Hazel's hand.
For a moment, he'd forgotten where they were standing.
"BEGONE, DAMNABLE WEAPON!"
"Frank." Reyna turns her stern gaze on him.
It isn't hard to guess his colleague's meaning, even with the dark circles under her eyes. He kisses the back of Hazel's hand and nods, shifting himself into an eagle and taking flight. As he soars up to where Juliette's talons are poking Terminus' borders inwards like stretched, wet clay, Frank finds himself preparing for the worst.
Apollo's told them all what happened to her. From the little time that he's spent with the god, though, Frank wonders just how much might have gone right over the man's head. Who knows what Julie has really been through? And now...
The unlit pyre down below already feels scorching hot. Frank shakes out his wings and welcomes the sudden chill that comes with passing through Terminus' forcefield.
"Ah! Praetor Zhang! Honorable Roman demigod!" Terminus' floating face greets him. "Assist me in removing this abomination from the Pomerian Line!"
Juliette screeches in frustration and slams her forehead into the god's so hard that ripples echo all down the dome. She backs away, blinking dazedly, and Terminus shouts his outrage.
"SCOURGE OF THE EMPIRE! MONSTROUS LEECH! I AM SLAPPING YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE! DO YOU FEEL THAT?!"
She roars in response. Frank caws loudly, and they both fall begrudgingly silent, looking to him.
Gods, now what?
His friend's draconic form fully swallows him up in its shadow. Her scales are filthy, covered in a strange black sediment. She has long scars down the undersides of her wings like someone hacked their webbing apart. They disappear beneath two heavy looking golden shackles fastened to the base of each wing. She's panting like a dog, and Frank's avian instincts squirm in uncomfortable sympathy at the tired tremble in her shoulders.
How fast did she fly here?
Frank chirps at her in greeting. The feral glint in her eye dims a little. She nods her enormous head at him, and he turns to Terminus.
One caw for entrance. Two for 'shields up.'
"Caw!"
"WhAT?! THIS CORDOLIUM IS SHACKLED BY THE ENEMY-"
"CAW!"
He looks scandalized. Affronted. But, with a scoff, he relents. Terminus wiggles his nose, and a rectangle of the protective dome opens up like a midair sliding glass door. Frank expects Julie to zoom right through it. Instead, she just stares at it for a moment, exhausted wings holding her airborn.
She looks at Frank, flicks her eyes downwards, and tilts her head. The sight makes his chest ache.
Yeah, Julie. He's down there.
He jerks his beak down to the pyre. He watches her turn that direction. He watches a glassiness pass over her emerald irises. Emerald and...gold...
Then she starts moving forward through the break in the barrier, and Frank is quick to follow.
The flight down to the Legion is brief, but tense. Weirdly tense. Frank and Julie have always gotten along. During the quest, he learned to see her as a weird, loud sort-of-younger-sister. But their friendship was forged while in forced proximity on a fantastical magic ship in the Atlantic. This is a very different time and place.
He comes in for a landing beside Reyna, away from Hazel now that the daughter of Bellona has moved to stand next to Jason's pyre. Frank shifts back into himself and tries to catch her eye, but his fellow praetor is focused on the pale, troubled frown that the healers couldn't quite get off of Jason's face.
Even dead, he looks stressed. Frank's father's powers stir in his chest at the thought.
He pushes down his anger and watches Juliette touch down a few feet away, forcing the crowd to take two large steps backwards to make room for her carelessly sweeping tail. Out of the corner of his eye, Frank sees Lester push through the lines of soldiers, ukulele held at the ready, Meg close behind.
In a shower of green and gold sparks, the wyvern towering over them distorts and shrinks until they're facing a well muscled teenage girl in a tattered pink dress.
The air is suddenly standing completely still. The hair on Frank's neck stands up. His eyes widen at the weight - the heavy, heavy weight of the girl before him's power.
Frank is thrown back in time to the day he met Percy Jackson. Emerging from the streets of California, a goddess cradled in his arms, the son of Poseidon had seemed divine in nature. Otherworldly. Invincible. Utterly transcendent.
His heart sinks as he hears that same awe in the whispers of the crowd as Julie passes her gaze right over the soldiers, praetors, and the fallen god. She heads straight for the pyre, no attention to spare anyone living. She steps up to the four foot tall stack of carved oak. She looks down on the body lying there: golden haired, white skinned, scarred, strong, and unbreathing.
Frank wants to close his eyes to hide from the sight. But he's a praetor now.
He owes his predecessor more than that. So, Frank watches his friend grieve Jason Grace in silence until Reyna steps forward to finally address their guest.
Her voice doesn't sound quite as smooth and professional as it normally does.
"Juliette Aster," She acknowledges. Reyna folds her hands behind her back and steps up close to the pyre as well. Her words are spoken towards Jason, but Julie seems to understand that they're meant for her. "Welcome to Camp Jupiter."
Strangely, Julie laughs. She chuckles quietly under her breath like she's amused by how unamusing this situation is.
Frank watches her face flash through quite a few emotions. Eventually, it settles on sadness, and she reaches forward to straighten the clasp of Jason's cloak. Her palm ends up resting on the center of his chest, where Frank knows there to be a hole in the shape of a spearhead. A hole through which his friend's soul leaked out into the cold of the Pacific Ocean.
The words are to Jason, but they're for Reyna. They both understand that.
"Good to finally see it in person," mutters Juliette.
Frank takes a deep breath. His hands are shaking. He wishes they were still in Hazel's.
Speaking of Hazel, he glances at her now. Frank frowns when he spots his girlfriend in the front row with the other centurions, looking dazed. Her hand is on her forehead, her eyes sort of dizzied. She looks confused. Frank tries to catch her eye out of concern, but she's not paying attention. She's just shaking her head like she's trying to clear it, blinking over and over again as she stares over at their conversation.
"Well, I'm glad I got here in time," Juliette sighs, raking a hand through her tangled nest of hair. She removes her hand from Jason's body so she can turn to fully face Reyna and Frank.
Frank's stomach swoops when the power she's carrying is suddenly pointed right at him. His Roman instincts give him a strange urge to kneel. Thankfully, he gets ahold of himself before he does anything embarrassing.
"I'm sorry that we did all this without you," Frank offers somberly. "If we'd known you were coming, we'd have waited for you."
Julie smiles at him. "I know, Frankie-poo." She crosses her arms, rubbing her hands up and down her biceps as if to warm them. It's the first human-like thing she's done so far. It snaps Frank out of his strange, awed stupor. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll take it from here."
He blinks. What?
"What do you mean?" Reyna asks.
"Jason?"
At her voice, the praetors turn around, looking expectantly at where Apollo and Meg are supporting a very dizzy-looking Hazel. Frank rushes to her side as she scrunches her nose, gold eyes wide and focused in Juliette's direction.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish for a moment, and Frank searches Julie's form for whatever it is that has startled his girlfriend so much. He doesn't see anything but the sudden relieved smirk that has grown across her chapped lips.
Finally, Hazel groans and shakes her head, putting one hand on her forehead again in exasperation.
"What did you two do?"
Julie grins. Frank's eyebrows go up, and Reyna takes a step back.
"Two...?" The daughter of Bellona mumbles.
Frank's jaw drops. He looks between Juliette and the body lying cold on the pyre.
Hazel straightens up a bit against Frank's side. She gestures at the body as well. "We might want to delay the funeral."
When Jason and Reyna were fourteen, they were each other's first kiss.
It was stupid and impulsive. Jason sort of regrets it now because of how everything turned out. He almost regretted it even then as it was happening.
They'd been in Nebraska outside of some middle-of-nowhere diner. It had been hours since they left Charleston, and Reyna hadn't spoken a word.
Jason hadn't known what to do. He wasn't new to Reyna's brooding, but that day, it had felt...sad. Sadder than she got when she thought about her lost home on Circe's island. Sadder than she got thinking about Hylla and where she could be. Even sadder than Reyna tended to be on the anniversary of what happened to her father. She wasn't speaking. She wasn't looking at him. She was simply standing in the parking lot while Jason got them some more food, feeding Scipio french fries out of her palm.
"For your girlfriend," The kind old waitress had winked, handing Jason a chocolate milkshake that he hadn't ordered. The woman cut off his protests before he could open his mouth, smiling. "She looks like she could use a pick-me-up."
That hadn't been what he was going to protest, but Jason chose not to comment, instead thanking her politely and heading out to his best(not girl)friend.
Old ladies must be magical, because handing Reyna the milkshake had gotten Jason his first mumbled "thank you" of the last five hours. She'd lowered down onto the curb to sit, and Jason had made himself comfortable beside her, hoping that if he was quiet too that it might encourage her to confide in him.
He knew her well. It worked after a while. Once their cheeseburgers were settling like lead in their bellies and Scipio was drifting off, swaying dangerously in the wind, she'd explained to Jason was what going on with her.
She'd met Venus, she recounted to him. The ghost on the coast of Charleston Harbor had been Venus. They'd had tea and spoken. And the Goddess of Love had had news for Reyna.
She would never find love. Not with any mortal man. Never. Because that is what Venus had decided for her.
That was the first time Jason had ever seen her cry. Real tears, he means, not just sniffles. Reyna had sobbed into his shoulder as he tried to figure out where to put his hands, unaccustomed to his usually stoic friend showing so much emotion. Jason had hugged her until her tears dried up, and he felt the first stirring of something that...he'd never felt before.
It was an emotion that Jason had never experienced. He'd never imagined it possible. It had raised heat to his extremities, burned his fingertips like hot pokers as he began to tremble with it from his ears to his pinky toes. He'd tucked Reyna beneath his chin and wrapped her in his arms and glared out at the horizon, letting the feeling grow, letting himself feel surprised but...not unhappy with its presence.
The feeling?
Rebellion.
That's what the kiss had been. Reyna knew that too. It's not like he'd made her promises or declared his love. He'd pushed her out by her shoulders so he could look her in the face, and he'd made sure their eye contact was unblinking.
"Forget Venus," He'd told her. "You're Reyna Avila RamÃrez-Arellano. You choose your own path."
She'd sniffed, looking doubtful, and that's why Jason had done it. He'd pulled her in and planted a decisive kiss to her lips.
It had been weird. Awkward. It felt kind of like he was kissing one of the guys that he bunked with. Or his sister. But Jason had held firm and let Reyna fumble her way into returning the kiss. She'd been stiff in his arms. When they pulled away, she'd searched his face, eyes squinted, calculating like they do on the battlefield.
She could always read Jason like a book. She'd understood what he meant. He knows because of how badly his cheek bruised after she'd punched him.
But, as he'd lain on the asphalt, groaning, Reyna had erupted into laughter. Giggles. Girlish ones. And her tears had changed from grief for her future's lost potential to hilarity at the state of him as he'd sat up and rubbed his throbbing jaw.
She'd helped him up, grinning. And once she was back on Scipio, it was like the trip to Charleston never happened. Like Venus never happened. So, no, Jason guesses that he doesn't regret it.
It didn't make his second kiss any less world shaking. And it made him understand the look on Reyna's face right now as she watches Juliette finish their story with a stony expression, not having said a word since Frank held open the door for the two of them to follow the rest of the group into the praetors' office.
"And so, now, I need to go find Poseidon," sighs Juliette. Jason glides to her side and tries to brush his fingers against her shoulder soothingly. They pass right through, and he huffs.
So, they're back to this again, huh?
"Pluto actually...let you take him?" Frank murmurs, wide eyed.
Juliette nods, glancing at Jason and cringing a little. "We didn't really ask permission for that part, but...yes."
"You are telling me that my family has had a resurrection item all this time and has never once used it to help me?!" Apollo exclaims. Meg stomps on his foot, and he yelps, throwing his hands up. "Well, I can think of many times over the last few millennia where something like that would have saved me quite the pickle!"
"If you wanna keep your pickle, you'd better shut up!"
"Who teaches you these things, you feral beast?!"
Juliette sighs and reaches out for Jason. He passes his fingertips through hers. "Guys, no offense, but I'm too tired for you to be this annoying right now."
Meg and Apollo both fall silent, glaring at each other accusingly, and Hazel leans forward in her chair beside Frank and Reyna's desks.
"Jason, you have to be careful. Especially if you're out of the Underworld without my father's express permission. I know that you two have a goal right now, so you're up here with a purpose, but..." She worries her bottom lip, eying Juliette's tired posture and rusted gold shackles. "If you guys were to...fail...Just hypothetically...You'd need to go back down to Elysium. Immediately."
Jason frowns. "Why?"
Hazel's expression turns chillingly serious. "If you lingered up topside without reason, you could be in danger of becoming a mania."
He freezes. Jason feels ice creep into the wound still dripping in his chest. His mother's cold, bloodshot eyes linger in his mindscape.
"We won't need to worry about that," Juliette says firmly. "I'm not going to fail."
Jason frowns even deeper, looking down at his girlfriend. This is a 'we' quest, not an 'I' quest. They're going to need to have a talk soon.
Frank taps his pen on his desk, nodding. "Well, if you need directions to Atlantis, Tyson is in central New Rome. He and Ella the Harpy set up a bookshop there that they run together. He should be able to give you some idea of where to start finding Neptune."
Juliette's shoulders relax a bit. She nods. "That's perfect. I'll go see him-"
"In the morning," Jason cuts in. He crosses his arms when Juliette turns to scowl at him. "You'll go see him in the morning. Right now, you need to rest."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm fi-"
"You haven't slept in two days," He reminds her sternly, glaring. "Go take a nap. And a shower."
"Are you trying to tell me I stink?"
"I don't have a sense of smell, but I can tell that just by looking at you."
"Um, excuse me?!"
"Just go rest!" He pleads. "Tyson will still be there tomorrow. And besides," Jason smiles a little. "I've always wanted to show you my apartment in person."
Those beautiful green eyes soften at that, and she sighs, nodding. "Fine."
The rest of the room looks baffled, aside from Hazel. Juliette doesn't bother explaining. She just stands from her chair, brushes black sand off her skirt onto Frank and Reyna's nice carpet, and jabs her thumb at the door.
"We done here? 'Cause I apparently am disgusting and need to go boil myself until I'm clean again."
"That is not what I sai-"
"Wait!" Apollo yelps, sitting bolt upright. He chews at his bottom lip nervously when Juliette sighs and raises her eyebrows at him. Jason can't help the twinge of irritation at the color Lester gets back in his sickly complexion from looking at his Rosa. "I think...Perhaps, you should have this back."
He reaches up and pulls a familiar charm from a string around his neck. He holds the gleaming silver bow it grows into out to Juliette, and Jason watches her shoulders melt a bit at the sight of it.
She doesn't reach out for it, though. No, she shakes her head. "No, you keep it," She tells the former god. "You'll need it. And after what it did to those plague spirits we fought, I really don't want Stygian Ice anywhere near Casper over here." She jerks her head towards Jason. He frowns at the nickname. That had better not stick.
Apollo opens his mouth to protest, but Juliette cuts him off with a raised hand.
"Just keep it, alright? Put an arrow through Nero with it for me. And another through Caligula and Commodus."
Apollo gives her a weak smile, hugging the bow to his chest in poorly concealed relief. Apparently, he's attached. "Any preferred order?" He asks.
Juliette smirks and shakes her head.
"Could you...pass a message to him for us?" Frank pipes up before they can turn around again. "Jason, I mean." He's squirming, looking a little too shy for the purple praetor's cloak around his shoulders.
Juliette raises an eyebrow, glancing at Jason. "I'm not a ouija board, Frank. He can hear you."
"Oh, uh, right." Frank adjusts so that he's looking in Jason's general direction. Hazel smiles a little and adjusts his chin for him so that he's closer to meeting Jason's eyes. "It's good to hear that you're getting another shot, man," He says softly. "I hope we see you again soon."
A simple well-wish, but it still chokes Jason up. He chews on his scar, looking his friend over.
Frank fills out that armor far better than Jason ever did. He's left his home in good hands.
"You made him cry," Juliette snarks. Jason gapes at her in betrayal as Hazel starts to giggle.
"You're mean when you're tired," He deadpans, huffing and wiping his damp cheeks.
Rosa just smiles and shrugs, winking. It makes Jason's still heart do a weird little backflip. She turns to the door again and waves him along. "Come on, Soldier Boy. We've got a beach trip to plan."
Her rose-gold hair disappears into the hallway, and Jason starts gliding out to follow. Before he does, though, he pauses. Jason stops at the doorway and turns around to look over at the one person who hasn't spoken throughout this conversation.
Reyna is by the window, hands folded behind her back. The evening sunset is casting her face in pinkish light as she watches the soldiers outside dismantle the unlit funeral pyre. Her dark eyes are faraway. Her mouth is downturned, thoughtful.
Sad.
Jason feels stirring in him again, looking at her.
How many times has she felt like this over the last year, but Jason was too far to see it? How often has Jason been the one to put that look on her face? How many sad days has she had that Jason couldn't help her through because he didn't even remember her?
Rebellious and resentful and finally free of feeling any shame for those emotions, Jason lifts one hand and flicks his fingers towards her.
The motion sends a soft gust of wind in her direction. It flutters the flyaway hairs that have escaped her tight braid. It pulls a few more from their confines. It's cool in temperature, and Jason sees Reyna's reflection close her eyes, inhaling it as it reaches her.
She smiles to herself, and Jason is suddenly craving a chocolate milkshake. He grins, turning to follow his girlfriend out into the streets of Camp Jupiter.
He and Reyna will have to go track that diner in Nebraska down once all of this is over. That seems like a good place to start making things right.
Juliette was sort of hoping that she'd be able to prove Jason wrong about how 'tired' she is once they got to his apartment. Unfortunately, jimmying open his creaky wooden door with the spare key that the old retired soldier who runs the front desk had collecting dust in a drawer quickly proves that Jason is capable of being right sometimes. Jason opens his mouth to start his little tour of the studio apartment he grew up in, but Julie doesn't catch a single word of it. Her vision zeroes in on the dusty twin bed shoved in the corner, and she's asleep on top of the blankets before she even realizes she's moved from the doorway.
She doesn't dream this time. Maybe her brain is too exhausted to conjure any images up. Or maybe, like Charon, Hypnos has decided to step aside for a while rather than interfere with her quest. Whatever the reason, she wakes up refreshed for the first time in months, and she's greeted by arcs of sunshine framing Jason's ghostly form where he's sitting in his desk chair, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stares down at the unmoving pages of the book lying out in front of him.
Juliette stretches, sitting up and rubbing at her crusty eyes. Ugh. Okay, maybe she really does need a shower. When's the last time she had one of those?
"Need some help?" She yawns.
Jason looks over gratefully as she stumbles out of bed and turns the page for him. He smiles, sheepish. "I don't think concentrating lets me touch things like it used to. I've been glaring at this book since dusk."
"Why didn't you just use the wind?" She snorts, shaking her head when his jaw drops in realization. She pokes a finger at his cheek, frowning when all it meets is a pocket of cold air, and turns a circle to take in the room. She remembers its layout from years before. A tiny apartment with just enough room for a twin bed, a shabby old wardrobe, and a bathroom with a shower so narrow she imagines he must have spent his lanky childhood bumping his elbows into the tiles. The wardrobe is what she aims for as Jason gets up to glide after her. "I'm stealing your clothes, okay?"
"I guess I can allow that," He sighs good naturedly. He points to the bottom drawer. "I keep all the stuff I've outgrown down there."
Julie nods. "Cool. Tha-"
She stops.
Blinking, Juliette stares at where her fingers are wrapped around the handle of the drawer.
Jason shifts behind her. She hears the rustling of the old yellowed blinds as he floats around to her side. "Are you alright?"
Juliette looks up at him. He's frowning, concerned. Her eyes end up dropping to focus on the shining blood still spilling out of the wound in his chest. On the head of the spear.
At her silence, he crouches down beside her. He goads her into meeting his gaze again. "What is it?"
Juliette wets her lips. Her mouth has gone dry. She stares at his familiar features, taking in the sharp slope of his cheekbones, the narrow decline of his long nose. She gulps. She asks.
"What happened in the Labyrinth?"
Jason blinks at her. "Um...What?"
She sits back on her heels. She pulls her hands into her chest, feeling raw. She feels brittle. Breakable. She needs to know if he's capable of shattering her.
"The first time that you saved me," She clarifies. "Down in the Labyrinth. When I was thirteen. You were fourteen. What happened?"
Jason stares at her for a moment longer. Then his face goes thoughtful. His nose wrinkles as he looks up at the ceiling, remembering.
...Remembering...
"You mean when you were running from the empousa? I think I made a hammer hit her to slow her down so that you could get away. Is that what you're talking about?"
Julie's breathing picks up. She tucks her shaking hands underneath her arms.
"When did I tell you about Kronos?"
Jason still looks confused. He answers her, though. "Ms. Jackson did, didn't she? In your kitchen? She was the first person that you told about..." His eyes widen a bit. "...About me."
One more.
Julie needs him to answer one more.
"And the next time we saw each other...When was that?"
He stares at her. Stares into her.
"A year later. The day before I fought Krios. The day before I promised that I'd find you."
Gods, she's going to fall to pieces all over again. She's had way too many emotions over the past few days. She'd like a break from them all. Julie covers her face and leans forward into the cold cloud of Jason floating just before her.
Of all times for this...The gods truly have the cruelest sense of timing.
"When did you remember?" She whispers.
Jason breathes out shakily. It's like a winter breeze across the top of her head. He curses, apparently equally startled at the realization. "I don't know exactly. When I died? I just remember getting to Elysium's gates and then feeling like..."
She looks up, trying to control her emotions. His pale face is pained. She sniffles and wipes at her tears. "Like?"
He looks down.
"Like something was missing. And I couldn't move forward until I'd found it."
"It?"
"You."
"Oh."
She doesn't know how to respond to that, so she just nods. Jason nods too.
The silence honestly gets a little awkward. What do you say after sort-of reuniting with someone you haven't seen in years, yet have spent every day with at the same time?
Juliette has no clue. So, she snorts especially grossly and gets to her feet, grabbing some clothes at random and heading for the shower.
"I'm gonna marry the Hades out of you, Grace. Be warned."
She can feel him grinning at her back.
"I look forward to it."
"I don't suppose arm floaties are gonna be very helpful?"
"Would go with Jewel, but Ella has more drawings for doing," Tyson tells her very seriously. "And Ella is pretty."
Julie laughs, patting him on his now heavily tattooed arm. "Ella is very pretty, you're right, Ty. I support you."
Ella the Harpy clicks her approval at the compliment as Tyson giggles at her tattoo poker moving on to his right armpit. Jason shakes his head in amazement, eyes wide. "This is all text from the Sibylline Books?"
"Apparently," Julie nods. "So, they won't be leaving the safety of New Rome anytime soon. Looks like we're on our own for this part." She leans in to kiss Tyson on the cheek. "Thank you for the help, buddy. I'll come visit again soon."
"Yay!" He cheers, wrapping her in a bone-crushing hug.
Ella huffs in annoyance, and Tyson gasps, straitening back up. She clicks happily and continues etching symbols into his hairy underarm.
Julie giggles at the couple and heads for the door, Jason trailing behind her. "Bye, Tyson! Bye, Ella!"
"Bye, bye!" "Goodbye: song by Air Supply, released as a single in 1993."
"She's a gem, that one," Juliette grins, holding open the door for Jason to float through. They exit the little bookshop to stand at a street corner in the middle of New Rome. Julie looks around at all the Italian style buildings.
There's a daughter of Venus on a date outside a cafe down the street. She's making moon-eyes at the son of Mars across the table from her, flustering him enough that he keeps stumbling over the story that he's telling her.
There's a group of Apollo's legacies huddled around a fountain in the other direction, all pointing at things in the medical textbooks spread between them, assisting each other through whatever intense study session seems to have organized there.
Julie looks at Jason, who's watching her take all of this in with a warm smile. She raises an eyebrow at him. "What are you staring at?"
He shrugs. Then he nods up at the sky. "Are you ready?"
Juliette sighs. She arches her back to pop her spine, hikes up her baggy, stolen jeans, and cracks her knuckles. "Oh yeah," She nods. "Breaking and Entering: Underwater Edition. Let's hit the beach."