Percy's POV:

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* 

"UGH," Phoebe huffed out as I was currently buried underneath two of my girlfriends. 

Phoebe got up and started walking to the door as the little hunters threw their bed sheets over their heads. "What do y'all want now?" Phoebe demanded of the party at the door.

"I'd...I'd like to formally apologize to your brother and the hunt," Piper stated from the doorway. "I overstepped boundaries to try and get my way and used less than ethical means in doing so."

"Huh, wasn't expecting that so soon," Phoebe said, a little shocked. "You knock any sense into her?"

"Not physically," Clarisse answered, "I just helped open her eyes to the reality of war that her daddy's movies poisoned."

"Hey," Piper defended, "they aren't all wrong."

"Your father's are," Phoebe and Clarisse answered as one.

"UGH," Piper exasperated, "we aren't here to argue about my father's movies."

"Alright, fine," Phoebe relented. "Brother, what do you think?"

"We will go back to advising them on their fantasy to avoid death. However, the hunt and its associates shall still not directly help in their evasion of it," I answered my sister.

Piper gave a small nod and left the door, mumbling something about me, not apologizing for holding her at throat point. "I told you already you kinda deserved that," Clarisse called after Piper. "Anyway, got this heart. Do any of you know how to cook a giant's heart?"

Phoebe and I looked between each other, the skewered heart, and Clarisse. "Well, I was not expecting that to happen," I said, truly for once shocked by the feat of the daughter of war.

"uhhh...That hasn't been done before, sis," Phoebe stated. "Why would you want to eat it anyway?"

"I was planning on forcing it down our brother's throats for what they did to me. I have no use for it otherwise."

"I'll ask Milady if she has any recipes, which I doubt. If not, you could always sacrifice it to a different god to try and gain their favor. Though I'd suggest a war god or one of bloodlust, even my mother may be put off by that kind of sacrifice," I answered the daughter of war.

Clarisse sighed, "I hate that you're right about the sacrifice part. A shame one is more deserving of it than the others." Clarisse then walked off to what I'd imagine to sacrifice the heart to her father, thanking her for her powers and strength, or to Hephaestus for designing the spear that skewered it. Either way, I think the heart will end up with Hephaestus, as Ares will try to have it made into a weapon somehow. 

Line Break: Hi frens, I'm back. Bonus said one of you is missing me. It's ok. I am only avoiding a strange cat that is trying to put me back into a cage and deprive me of food and water. Anyway, have fun, and tell 14 I am being a good little writer's aide now.

I was standing on watch, seeing the storm ahead of us. A storm that would sink many ships, ancient, godly, and modern. This means one of two, maybe three things. The first, my sister, via my sperm donor, is throwing a temper tantrum; two, that Polybotes had enough guts and stupidity to return; or third, that somehow said sister is now allying with the giants. Either way, I am going to have to negotiate with another goddess, which will likely end in failure and death or capture or, somehow, for the first time on this quest, success. However, one of the two immortals we negotiated with was entering with the intent to kill him, and the other was sadly diagnosed as clinically insane.

Plus, we also have the fun of bracing the storm til we get to its epicenter, where my sister will most likely be.

"BATTEN THE HATCHES," I yelled out. "Romans bellow deck. Engineers all hands on deck." I could see from here that this storm wasn't going to be easy, and given my crewmate's lack of sea knowledge, I figured it would be best to prepare before we hit the storm.

Thankfully, Ares's cabin knew what all that meant and started having the Romans work on the lower deck preparations while the Hephaestus kids and the seven came up on deck—some to do work, the others confused.

"What's going...Oh," Jason said, seeing the storm.

"Yeah, oh," I retorted. "Get below deck; this is a godly storm, and one that, if I'm right, hates Romans with a burning passion," I ordered my Roman colleagues. You'd think that they'd understand orders, but apparently, not well enough to understand 'Romans below deck.'

At this, Thalia, thankfully, came up on deck to see the storm ahead. "Please tell me Uncle P hasn't decided. Oh wait, there are children of Zeus in my territory. I guess I'll kill them for revenge for some ancient reason why I am mad at my little brother."

"I don't think it is that Thals," Annabeth responded.

"Well, shit...whatever it is, can we kill it?"

"Probably, but ill-advised, plus it might break my promise to Hestia," I answered Thalia.

By this time, the Hephaestus's kids had battened down the hatches on the upper deck, leaving them, Thalia, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, and myself on the upper deck to weather the storm. 

"Leo, man the helm, keep our course straight. The rest of you secure the deck and brace for the weather. Thalia, Annabeth, use your powers to mitigate the storm's effect on the ship. I don't care if that means blasting the waves with wind, lightning, or fire; do what you can to extend the ship's life."

The Hephaestus kids worked fast, tying down the auxiliary weapons on deck, securing the rigging, and doing their best to teach Piper what to do if anything became insecure."

"This will be fun," Thalia tried to joke.

"Why are we heading into this storm anyway," Leo asked from the helm.

"It will take us too long to go around. I can sense from here that even if we do go around, we'd still have to travel through it to get to Athens," I informed him.

"Ahh, the classic deal with it now or later conundrum," Leo said. "I guess now is alright."

Time Skip: *Whistling while on a walk through a bad storm to get his morning coffee* what, this storm isn't my doing, nor is their storm.

I have no clue how the ship would have made it this far without the preparations we had taken beforehand. Most of the Hephaestus kids started tying themselves down to the ship after a while, and Thalia and Annabeth elected to start flying themselves just above deck, opting out of the sea-legged life for the comfort of being able to more easily blast rouge waves with the wind to mitigate them from flooding the ship. Leo used a bungee cord to tie himself to the ship's helm, and each time a rogue wave or a wave from head-on came through with enough force to move him, he would face-plant back into the helm.

"WE ARE CLOSE!" I yelled out, unsure if anyone heard my words. I then signaled to Thalia and Annabeth that I'd be heading under the sea to check on my suspicions that a sea goddess was the cause of this unnatural storm.

I plunged in and was hit with a wave of familiarity as I appeared to be descending to a copy of Olympus in ruins. Of course, he'd designed his home away from Olympus after it. Hades is the same way, and despite how much they claim to hate their brother, they both seem to copy the mountain home of the Gods that their little baby brother rules over. I'm sure it would make Hestia happy that they both long for the home of the Gods, but I only see it as being lying hypocrites. 

Down amongst the ruins, I saw the goddess I suspected to be the cause of this storm. I could only hope it was because of a godly temper tantrum and not a malevolent cause. 

"Hello, Kymopoleia," I stated informally to my sister via sperm donor.

"No respect," Kymopoleia scoffs.

"I'm sorry if I lack respect in your eyes, sister, but the actions I have thus far experienced from you today do not deserve it," I retorted.

"So you know who I am, and yet you still treat me with no respect," she replied, "I think I was right in considering their offer."

I sighed in disappointment, not believing that she would consider an enemy's offer that would put milady Hestia at risk. I decided to dawn Milady's armor once again, but this time as an act of diplomacy instead of I am done with your shit, so fix it before you make me do so. "what do they offer you?" I asked rhetorically, "The seas? Freedom to storm as you wish? The respect and fear of sentient life?"

"Ahhh, Son of Poseidon, you've finally arrived," A voice that...

Perseus's POV:

I can't believe that fucking pussy is back. "Shut the Pluto up, Polybotes," I interrupted the sea giant, "I am having a conversation with my sister." My sister seemed a little irritated by using the Roman name for Uncle, but I am not really in the mood.

"I will gladly have your head, even if Mother wants your blood to rise," Polybotes exclaimed. "And I will just love to have your little coc...," Polybotes started choking before I exploded him into dust using his blood. 

I turned back to my sister and saw her staring at the Giant in shock. "Look, sis, I leave you with two options right now. The first is you throw that discus of yours into that pile of giant shit and ensure his death in this war, then stop the storm and come with me to my ship to negotiate your assistance in this war."

Kymopoleia still looked shocked and now scared, looking between me and the Giant remains, trying to reform. "and...and the second option," She gulped.

"The second option, and likely the one neither of us prefer, is I beat the crap out of you, use your body, and quite possibly corpse, to ensure that piece of shits death, and then detain you to await trial for your actions in this war, where you will be held in a celestial bronze straitjacket. The option is yours to choose, sister." I probably said a bit more sinisterly than I should have, but Polybotes doesn't even deserve Tartarus, for that is a fate too nice for him.

Kymopoleia seemed to be weighing her options, seeing the exploded remains of Polybotes attempting to return to one form being churned around like they are in a blender. She calmly looked back to me before nervously stepping towards Polybotes with her discus out. "So I just gotta throw this at him, right, and we can go negotiate?" she asked nervously.

"You have my word, sister."

Kymopoleia chucked her discus toward the churning, attempting to reform into one body Polybotes, causing him to explode into finer particles of grey ash. "Can you stop causing the churning waters? It's making me nervous," Kymopoleia stated, "and seasick," she added under her breath.

I looked up and saw that my sister had dissipated her storm. I nodded turning off the water blender that the remains of Polybotes were in. "Now let us go negotiate the terms of your assistance, sister, and this little storm incident shall only be noted as a...small temper tantrum."

"Small?" She asked, equally outraged and nervous.

"Yes. Small. Anything more, and I may not be able to prevent your overzealous uncle from throwing a larger temper tantrum and penalizing you," I answered, kicking off the bottom and heading up to the ship.

"But"

"I consider myself Artemis's kid. She adopted and raised me, and our sperm donor didn't help my mother when a cyclops killed her. The only reason I am not trying to kill him is it would make Milady Hestia sad, and I promised her I'd try to treat him better."

"So,"

"Loving daddy and his decisions won't be part of the terms," I said, assuming her question would have something to do with that.

Soon after, we broke the surface and were on the ship's deck. "What happened down there?" Annabeth, Piper, and Thalia asked as the Hephaestus kids looked ready to pass out.

"We came to an agreement to negotiate terms of assistance, killed a giant, and came up here to negotiate," I said as if ending a godly temper tantrum was that easy. "Get us a table, two chairs, paper, and a pen, and the rest of the seven, along with the cabin heads, Phoebe, and the Roman representatives," I ordered. 

Line Break: Who wants to see them do boring work... well I don't, so that means you all won't get to either, and 14 says, Imma not gonna write it because I am bored and tired and don't need more boredom.

I took my seat at the negotiating table and gestured to the chair across from me, "Please, sister, take a seat so we can be as formal about this as possible."

Kymopoleia nervously took her seat, still obviously nervous, thinking that this might be a trap. "Thank you. I, Perseus, Son of Poseidon, Adopted Son of Artemis, Champion of the great Lady Hestia, hereby, on behalf of Olympus and the combined Greco-Roman war party to wage war against the Giants in the ancient lands, invite you, Kymopoleia, Daughter of Amphitrite and Poseidon, Goddess of Violent Seas and Storms to negotiate your terms of your active and present assistance to us in this war. In exchange, you shall be offered immunity from prosecution due to that particular nasty storm you had us face."

"Is he sane?" I heard Thalia whisper-asked, "This is the first goddess besides Hestia that he's acted so formally with." Annabeth whacked her upside the head.

"This is a formal treaty," She whisper-scolded.

Thankfully, Kymopoleia relaxed at their actions, whether that was their intention or not. "Can we call you Kym?" Leo asked, "Kymo...Kymopoole..."

"Kymopoleia," I sighed in reply to Leo.

"yeah, that is a bit of a mouthful to say." Piper and Jason slapped him upside the head as well.

"We are trying to negotiate with her," Piper whisper-yelled at him. "It wouldn't be wise to insult her. 

Kymopoleia actually seemed to be considering this for a moment, "for favorable terms in the negotiations, I will allow it, demigods." 

"Start listing your terms then, sister."

"I would like to be respected, feared. I want offerings," she declared.

"The Olympian Council, as a result of the war with the Titans, gave the oath to acknowledge all the children of all the gods in both camps. Meaning that, at least within the Greek Camp, Cabins are being built for all the gods. So far, certain cabins have been expedited for gods with children already staying at the camp. I believe we can add you to that list. The Olympian Council has yet to break that news to the Roman demigods, so I would imagine a properly maintained shrine would suffice for you there."

"Can I have a shrine at the Greek camp as well?" Kym asked.

"I suppose, in order for proper sacrifices for any sea-faring quest, I presume." Kym nodded, "Ok then. Anything else"

"I want my marriage with Briares annulled," she demanded. "I never liked him, and Father handed me off to him after the first titan war as if I were some prize to be won."

"That is outside of my powers to grant. The best I can guarantee is legal separation."

"What's that?"

"Legally speaking, you'd still be married, making my bitch of a stepmother happy, but in terms of actuality, you two wouldn't be in any sort of relationship, which would piss that bitch off and ruin her perfect image of family," Thalia explained. 

"I suppose that is acceptable," Kym said, thinking about it, "I also want my own action figure."

"Like a doll?" Leo asked.

"No, like an action figure," Kym pouted. I swear most of the gods are just overgrown children.

"I suppose we can get you one of yourself; any further merchandising rights will have to be negotiated with the manufacturer," I told my sister.

"I suppose that will be fine, but how can I guarantee you all will uphold your end of the bargain."

"I will personally take care of the shrines, the shrines for all the gods," Jason stated without thinking, "the gods deserve proper respect and shouldn't be forgotten."

"That sounds like something a pontifex would say, son of Jupiter."

"I'm not a priest," Jason stuttered out.

"But is that not the job you just offered to do, the job of Pontifex Maximus, to make sure all the gods are recognized in the demigod camps." Kym rhetorically questioned the son of Jupiter.

"Well, besides Jason's promise and now life on the line, this treaty and its signatories should provide just cause for the council to uphold its terms," I stated, holding the treaty with Kym's terms for her assistance and signing it myself. "The only question remains if you will sign this treaty."

Kym looked over the treaty. " Can we change the Kym thing so that only the signatories can call me that?"

I sighed and rewrote that part of the treaty. "Is this acceptable now?" I asked, handing her back the treaty with my formal signature already on it.

Kym looked it over once again, and she nodded. I handed her the pen to sign. 

"Jason, sign it," I said. "You offered yourself to guarantee the building of the shrines, so you do not have a choice. Sign with official titles."

Jason looked shocked that I had actually put in his promise to guarantee the building of the shrines. Jason then signed, giving the titles of Son of Jupiter, former Praetor of the 12th Legion Fulminata, and champion of Hera. Damn, I feel bad for him with that last title.

"If the rest of you want to sign, feel free to do so," I told them. "If you sign, do so with your official titles."

Annabeth, Thalia, and Phoebe instantly signed their names and titles to the treaty, not surprising me, as it meant that Annabeth would be designing more things with architecture, Thalia in support of myself and Annabeth, and throwing the weight of daughter of Zeus around for once. Phoebe, as I am part of the hunt, and so is she, and we support each other, even if we irritate each other to no end.

"Our signatures carry no weight in the legion," the two legionaries who have attended our meetings said. It's a shame they don't realize they are representing the legion on this quest, but oh well.

Leo then went up to sign it, "So Kym, how does it feel to be on the vessel I made with my bros."

"I would have sunk it in my little temper tantrum if not for the skill of your crew, son of Hephaestus."

"Ouch," Leo exaggerated his feelings. 

"Is he always like that brother?"

"Only on days ending in Y," I said, getting an offended 'hey' from Leo and numerous chuckles from the other Greek campers. 

Clarisse then stepped up, "Violate this agreement, goddess, and I will..."

"Clarisse," I warned, not really in the mood for her temper at the moment, as I was still pissed about Polybotes's return and subsequent unaliving quicklyu. He deserved more pain before returning to Tartarus.

Clarisse gave a slight and clearly reluctant head nod and signed the treaty, "The Ares cabin agrees to this treaty."

"Would this even work and be held legal on Olympus?" Piper question

"I am the champion of Hestia, Piper," I informed her. "Champions, especially those of the elder Gods, have...an increased power of negotiating on their behalf. There are safeguards, of course, but given my knowledge of Olympian Law, Milady gives me more leniency than what Jason has with the title of Champion of Hera, as Hera would be more scrutinous and likely yelling in his head the whole time about the terms from Olympus and the terms of Kym in this case." 

Piper seemed to understand what I was getting across as she hesitantly came over and signed the treaty. 

Following Piper, the remaining cabin heads from the Greek camp signed.

"Once you get your cabin designs to us after the war, we will get to work building your cabin, Lady Kym," Beckendorf gruffed out. 

"On behalf of my father's house," Hazel said, going to the treaty. "I shall sign this treaty." Hazel then signed using the title of Daughter of Pluto on behalf of his house.

Frank signed after that using his titles of the son of Mars, centurion, and descendant of Periclymenus.

"Well, it seems we have ourselves an accord, sister. Welcome aboard the Argo 2."

"Really...Argo 2...who came up with that name, could have been something more original."

"It was a rush job," Leo defended. "Plus, everyone was already questioning my sanity for naming a bronze automaton dragon Festus."

Kym stared blankly at Leo, "I don't even want to know," she said. Kym then turned back to me and waved her hand, placing the table who knows where, "Anyway, brother, where shall I be staying as my active and present assistance is required on this ship? I would like a place to rest, after all."

"As of now, with the hunt, we are more used to the presence of goddesses in our company than the others," I answered, eliciting some relieved sighs from some. "Now, I'd like to teach you how to prank our sperm donor," I started before getting interrupted.

"We volunteer as teaching tribute," the Stolls offered.

"You were going to be voluntold anyway if you just waited," I scolded them, "though your time learning from them comes during their free time and if your immediate assistance is not actively required."

"Pranking?" 

"Yes," the Stolls said, coaxing Kym to follow them. "It is like the fun of stealing but with none of the legal backlash."

"My boyfriend is going to end up being a career criminal, isn't he?" Kaite rhetorically asked herself.

Bonus: Hi frens.... you get to see the foes of Olympus this time.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE GONE," Porphyrion yelled, "THOSE DEMIGODS SHOULDN'T'VE STOOD A CHANCE. THEY HAVE NO GODS WITH THEM."

"My lord, it appears that the son of Artemis is more powerful than we expected," Hippolytus informed, "he wears the armor of an immortal god, and our spies have seen him using it to influence Nike and Kymopoleia, as well as wearing it to kill Heracles."

"That insolent demigod. Mother, what gives him the power? How does he influence the Gods while just being a mortal?"

The earth shook, trying to wake long enough to tell her son that it was not the son of Artemis but the champion of the hearth he worried about.

"Do not worry, Mother, we shall wake you with his blood," Porphyrion claimed. "Hippolytus, make sure that Delphi is secured, then return here so we can destroy the Gods at their roots. Be quick about it, too, or I will consider getting a new messenger."

Bonus: hehehehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehe, I lied. You get both.

I watched as my champion negotiated his first peace rather than win it. I'm so proud of how far he came, even if it did involve displaying his power and threatening his sister that it was either peace or war. 

I decided to help him out with part of his treaty. Making an action figure can be tedious work, and someone still owes me a huge favor until they come clean to my champion and his daughter. Is it ethical or something expected from me? No. No, it is not. But I told him years ago that he should have come clean and delaying it would only be worse for him. 

Knock Knock Knock

The door opened to just who I came to see. "Oh, Auntie Hestia, what brings you here?"

"You are going to do something for me at no cost," I told my nephew.

"No cost?"

"Yes, lest you want me to tell my champion, who sired his favorite little sister, that he is most protective of," I threatened.

My nephew gulped, as expected.