Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching sword-fighting lessons in the arena, playing pranks on the other counselors. These kids had no idea just how crazy a summer camp could be.
Save yourselves! Percy warned. It is too late for us!Then he gasped and pointed to the spot where Frank was hiding. Oh, no! Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!Nothing happened. I, Percy repeated, Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!Frank stumbled out of nowhere, making a big show of grabbing his throat. Oh, no, he said, like he was reading from a teleprompter. I am turning into a crazy dolphin. He began to change, his nose elongating into a snout, his skin becoming sleek and gray. He fell to the deck as a dolphin, his tail thumping against the boards. The pirate crew disbanded in terror.
Aphros nodded, a glint of pride in his eyes. We have trained all the famous mer-heroes! Name a famous mer-hero, and we have trained him or her!Oh, sure, Leo said. Likeum, the Little Mermaid?Aphros frowned. Who? No! Like Triton, Glaucus, Weissmuller, and Bill!Oh. Leo had no idea who any of those people were. You trained Bill? Impressive.
What exactly did you find in Atlanta?Frank unzipped his backpack and started bringing out souvenirs. Some peach preserves. A couple of T-shirts. A snow globe. And, um, these not-really-Chinese handcuffs. Annabeth forced herself to stay calm. How about you start from the top of the story, not the backpack.