Percy ran his hands through the golden sand on the Long Island beach that ran throughout Camp Half-Blood, sighing in content as he gazed out at the waves, the tide reaching just below his feet as he lounged on the warm, yellow sand. He could hear the cheers of other demigods as they played beach volleyball with each other. As he looked to the side, he could see the dozens of rows of strawberries out in the ripe fields, satyrs grazing the fields. A few held straw baskets, collecting berries to make homemade jam and or wine.