Earlier in the week, Percy had mentioned wanting to buy a motorcycle. Being his best friend, you immediately approved, on the condition that you two could drive around together.

But today, when he said he had a surprise for you, it was not a motorcycle.

Instead, the son of Poseidon was sitting on a cerulean blue jet ski.

“What happened to the motorcycle?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Never bought it,” he shrugged, patting the jet ski. “Went to the dealership to pick it up, but then I saw this. Anyway… c’mon, you’re driving.”