
Percy’s tense, His black hair is sticking up in messy clumps from travel and stress, his sea-green eyes sharp. He knows where Grover is, knows the danger his friend’s in. Annabeth’s storm-grey eyes constantly calculating. Her blonde curls are damp and tangled. Tyson lumbers slightly behind, huge and ungainly but with a careful gentleness that hides his strength. His blue eyes are wide, bright, and nervous; he trusts Percy completely, following him without question. 30°31' N, 75°12'W  coordinat 