“The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.”

“Percy frowned "You have a feast for tuna?”

“Elections only happen in two ways," Reyna said. "Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven't had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the evening of June 24, at the Feast of Fortuna. That's in five days."Percy frowned. "You have a feast for tuna?”

“I'm fine!" Percy yelled out as he ran by, followed by a giant screaming bloody murder.”

“What? You run? Coward! Stand still and die!” Percy had no intention of doing that.”

“You speak horse?" Hazel asked."Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing," Percy said. "Uh, I mean a Neptune thing.""Then you and Arion should get along fine," Hazel said. "He's a son of Neptune too."Percy turned pale. "Excuse me?”

“It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all Percy had.”