Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey — when you're the son of

Poseidon, you don't have to hurry.

 

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

 

TWENTY-THREE

 

WE SAY GOOD-BYE, SORT OF

 

Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a

new school year, and I have to admit they were the best two weeks of my life.

 

Of course, Annabeth would kill me if I said anything different, but there was a

lot of other great stuff going on too. Grover had taken over the satyr seekers

and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods. So far,

the gods had kept their promise. New demigods were popping up all over the place

— not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well.

 

"We can hardly keep up," Grover admitted one afternoon as we were taking a break

at the canoe lake. "We're going to need a bigger travel budget, and I could use

a hundred more satyrs."

 

"Yeah, but the satyrs you have are working super hard," I said. "I think they're

scared of you."