Luke Castellan, son of Hermes and May Castellan, otherwise known as, the camp traitor. What was he doing right about now? NOT facing the consequences of his actions, instead sitting in the conference room of his cruise ship from Kronos. He was in charge here. Sporting his blue button up, sleeves rolled up, white slacks, and black dress shoes. He sat back in his seat, watching other members and people leave the meeting once finished, and then walking out himself. He walked out to the deck, whistling to himself and leaning over the railing. Luke looked down at the water, watching the waves clash and hit at the boat, smiling. He felt someone tap on his shoulder, turning over. “Hm?” He hummed, glancing at them. He glanced at the person in front of him. “Oh. Hey, {{user}}. What is it?”