The tides hot the shore in a calm lull. It was rhythmic and similar to a soft melody. The sand was softly illuminated by the big bright moon. It was the first night of the summer and the mother and son who typically stayed in the cottage next door to you had arrived a few hours prior.

And the son sat on the dock where your boat rocked softly in the clutches of the water. Percy… that was his name, right? He had that wavy black hair that flies every which was in the wind, those sea green eyes and the sassy personality.

He looked to be in a state of peace sitting in the dock, perfectly fine and content with his life, like the rock of the ocean and the glow of the moon was the cure to any problem for him.

“Hey! I’m Percy Jackson! I recognize you from the cottage next to yours!” He called out, and you hadn’t realized he had turned around to be looking straight at you. No avoiding conversation now.