Dying had sucked. Being resurrected was pretty sweet though. When he and Festus went looking for Calypso, he had been thrilled to find her. Leo had been expecting a much harder time. Of courses, he shouldn't have thought that because clearly the gods had read his mind.

Rescuing Calypso was easy and so was getting her off her island, but then they just kept getting lost. It was tiring, really. The Sea of Monsters was exactly how much fun as it sounded.

Then suddenly Festus, the large bronze dragon carrying Leo and Calypso, was hit by something. Leo hadn't seen it, but he definitely felt it. "Festus?"

Leo felt himself slip. Calypso reached for him, but at the same time Festus dipped the other way. Leo reached desperately for some place to get a hold, but the grease on his hands made things slippery. He made eye contact with Calypso, who looked utterly upset, and then Leo plunged.

Plunged all the way down into the pool of the Madonna Inn. It would have killed a normal person, but Leo was a demigod. It just really, really, really hurt. An emergency drone in Leo's pocket activated and the teenage boy was pulled to the surface as he suddenly had a life preserver around his neck.