“Percy was waiting for them. He looked mad.He stood at the edge of the glacier, leaning on the staff with the golden eagle, gazing down at the wreckage he'd caused: several hundred acres of newly open water dotted with icebergs and flotsam from the ruined camp.The only remains on the glacier were the main gates, which listed sideways, and a tattered blue banner lying over a pile of now-bricks.When they ran up to him, Percy said, "Hey," like they were just meeting for lunch or something."You're alive!" Frank marveled.Percy frowned. "The fall? That was nothing. I fell twice that far from the St. Louis Arch.""You did what?" Hazel asked."Never mind. The important thing was I didn't drown.”