Juno was right, you know. The sleepy voice of Gaea whispered in Percy’s mind, startling him so badly the boat rocked. You could have chosen a new life in the sea. You would have been safe from me there. Now it’s too late. You chose pain and misery. You’re part of my plan, now—my important little pawn. “Get off my ship,” Percy growled. “Uh, what?” Frank asked. Percy waited, but the voice of Gaea was silent. “Nothing,” he said. “Let’s see what this rowboat can do.”
