Percy had a bad feeling about dinner before he was even up the steps of the dinning pavilion. The smell of food was strange, odd, not what it usually smelled like. Normally, Percy was always excited for food, but he felt a pain in his stomach.

Walking to his cabin's table, Percy noticed the fish tanks, full of colourful fish swimming inside. His stomach clenched. Fish tanks, in a dinning hall? That could only mean one thing, and he Percy did not like it. Reluctantly , he sat down at his table. As more cabins came in, they noticed the fish tanks and smiled as the same realization came to them.

The Athena cabin came in, led by Annabeth. She slowed down and looked around. Suddenly, she was tense and alert. She glanced at Percy and caught look. She started to make her way towards him, but Chiron stomped his hoof against the ground loudly. She quietly walked back over to her table as the other campers hushed down.

Chiron turned to Mr. D, who stood up and said, "Chiron thought that you little brats deserved a change in the dinner menu. Honestly, you monsters don't deserve anything, but I decided to let him change the meal for tonight if he let me decided what you eat." He looked straight at Percy, an evil smile playing at his lips. Percy paled. "As you all should be able to guess, we are having a seafood feast tonight. Don't choke on the crab."

With that, the campers all went back to talking and joking with their siblings, leaving Percy to fight aganist his stomach and the urge to throw up his breakfast. Behind the kitchen, the nymphs started grabbing various fish and crabs from the tanks and cooking. Percy tried to bury his head in his hands as he heard fish screaming for him to help them.

When the screams all stopped, Percy swallowed the knot in his throat. He looked up and watched as a nymph came toward with a plate of food. A whole crab, still steaming from being cooked, dropped down in front of him. Percy felt himself gag, but nothing came up. He turned, feeling eyes on him, and saw Annabeth looking at him worried. She motioned to Chiron and shifted her gaze to the centaur. Percy looked over at him, and Chiron caught Percy's eye. He quickly waved him over.

Chiron came, and Percy looked up him with pleading eyes. "Chiron, its seafood."

Chiron looked down at Percy's plate. "I know."

"I can't eat this. You can't really expect me to, do you?"

Mr. D was suddenly sitting across from him at the Poseidon table, glaring at Percy. "Of course we do. We prepare a meal, you eat the meal. That is how things work around here. I will not have this plate of food wasted. Offer your portion to the gods, pray for your little daddy to help you, and eat your food, Johnston."

Percy gritted his teeth. "Poseidon is a more powerful god than you any day."

Mr. D's eyes flashed in purple rage. Percy felt something hit him in the chest, and Percy was suddenly flying backwards, smashing straight into marble pillar. The camp let out a collective gasp and was all silent and frozen, staring at him. Percy struggled against the force holding him to the pillar and kicked his feet. He was pinned several feet above the ground. He felt a strong tug in his gut. Out of the corner of his eye, Percy saw the water in the fish tanks start to spill over the edges. He willed the water to calm down and the water responded, calming but still boiling.

Mr. D was standing in front of Percy, looking up at him. "Insult my powers one more time and you will see a worse fate than the one you are already destined to have. Now, sit and eat your dinner, little boy."

Mr. D turned and walked back to his table, where he took a seat, and only then did he let go of him. Percy dropped to the ground, landing on his hands and knees softly in a crouch, just like he was trained to do.

Percy stood and walked back to his table, avoiding the stares of everybody. He could tell what they were thinking without even looking. A gods strength was powerful and what Mr. D just would have crushed any normal demigod. But Percy was fine. There was more damage on the pillar than there was on Percy. They must have forgotten for a moment that I'm, in fact, invincible, Percy thought.

Percy grabbed his plate and stalked over to a brazier

He stood in front of it, and asking forgiveness from Poseidon, dumped half the crab into the fire. The smoke that erupted from it smelled like acid. Percy walked back to his table and slid onto the bench miserably, staring down at the crab. He felt several pairs of eyes watching him: Annabeth, Chiron, Mr. D, different campers. Percy sighed and cut off a piece of meat, cringing, and forced it into his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing without chewing or tasting it. He shivered uncontrollably and cut off another piece.

Eating small pieces and washing it down with blue Coke, Percy managed to eat about a quarter of the crab. As he was cutting off another piece, he felt bile rise up in his throat and ran out of the dinning pavillion, straight towards the bathrooms. He heard a voice call out his name, but he kept running. He made it all the way into the bathrooms and fell into the shower area. Kneeling down on his knees and hands, Percy wretched onto the tile of the bathroom. The smell of acid burned his nostrils and his throat felt like it was being scraped apart from the inside.

Percy wretched another time as he heard footsteps on the tile. A voice said, "Gods, Seaweed Brain. You couldn't have thrown up into a toilet like a normal person?"

Percy had stopped throwing up for a minute, taking the chance to breathe. He watched as shoes appeared in his vision, Annabeth's old black Vans. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him up. She dragged him over to a stall and let go as he surged forward, sticking his hands forward to balance on the wall as he wretched into the toilet. He heard the sound of a shower turning on over the sound he was making.

After a few minutes, Percy's body decided that his stomach had been emptied enough. Percy let go of the wall and sat down on the floor. He reached up and flushed the toilet. The shower had been turned back off.

From behind Percy, Annabeth spoke, "Are you done yet?"

Percy glanced back. Annabeth stood just outside of the stall, her arms crossed and her eyes dark and glaring at him. She was obviously angry, but the way her shoulders were tensed up made Percy think that she was also worried about him, just a little. "Are you-" Percy chocked as he tried to speak. His voice was harsh and broken. "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

Percy sighed and stood up. Blinking away the black spots in his vision, he balanced on the side of the wall. He walked forward and Annabeth stepped out of his way. She turned as he walked to the sink and ran some cold water. Through the mirror, he saw Annabeth standing behind him, glaring at him through the reflection. Percy splashed some water on his face and tried to wash the taste of bile out of his mouth.

He shut the water off and turned around, leaning against the sink. "You didn't have to follow me," Percy said.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" she asked angrily.

"I'm pretty sure I was throwing up. At least, that's what it smells like. I should be asking you the same question, though. You do realize that we are standing in the boys bathroom. And last I checked, you aren't a boy."

"I don't care. Why do you always do that with gods? One of these days you going to get yourself-"

"Killed by one? You saw what happened in there. If that had been anybody else, they would have been crushed."

Annabeth stepped closer to him. "Do not play the 'I'm invincible' card."

"You're the only one who knows how to kill me. You're the only one I trust enough to tell that secret to. If I couldn't trust you, I couldn't trust myself."

The anger seemed to just drain out of Annabeth. Her eyes returned to her normal gray color and lost their intensity. She dropped her arms to her side. She looked away. "I know." She turned back to him. "You still shouldn't be making it your goal to anger every god you meet. They might not be able to kill you as long as your invincible, but that doesn't mean they can't curse you and ruin your life."

"Well, they should stop making me eat seafood."

"You looked ready to scream when they were cooking them. I wanted to run to your table, but Mr. D never would have let me."

Percy shivered. "I heard all the fish screaming for help."

"Remind me to never make you take me on a date to a seafood restaurant." Percy cracked a smile and nodded. "How do you feel?" Annabeth asked.

"Like I still want to throw up. Or sleep. I can't decide which one. Maybe both."

Annabeth wrapped an arm around Percy's side. "Come on, Seaweed Brain. I'll take you back to your cabin."

"I promise I won't kiss you."

"Good. We don't need two people smelling like half-digested crab."

Annabeth and Percy walked out of the bathrooms and back to Percy's cabin. Annabeth dropped him off and said, "I'll try to sneak you back some smores."

Percy smiled and thanked her as she turned back and jogged to the dinning pavillion. He went into his cabin, and headed straight for the small bathroom in the back. He brushed his teeth, trying to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Stripping off his filthy shirt and shorts, Percy put on a clean pair of gym shorts and pulled a trashcan up to his bed. Percy laid down, and, almost immediately, he was asleep.

By the time Annabeth came by to drop off some food, Percy was long absorbed into a dream-less sleep.