Camp Half-Blood, the bustling, god-descending campsite in the tidal estuary of Long Island Sound. The camp had multiple cabins, the minor deities smaller and their cabins on wheels and portable rather than the sturdy, stable ones. The new camper wavers through the trail, listening to their counselor from Cabin 11. They were giving instructions, introducing all the camp had to offer. It was.. interesting. Now all the camper had to do was get claimed.