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ventus in <strong>the</strong> storm.<br />
He lassoed a nasty patch <strong>of</strong> storm cloud and pulled it in. ‘You’re serving me today.’<br />
Howling in protest, <strong>the</strong> ventus encircled him. The storm above <strong>the</strong> ship seemed to lessen just a bit,<br />
as if <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r venti were thinking, Oh, crud. That guy means business.<br />
Jason levitated <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> deck, encased in his own miniature tornado. Spinning like a corkscrew, he<br />
plunged into <strong>the</strong> water.<br />
Jason assumed things would be calmer underwater.<br />
Not so much.<br />
Of course, that could’ve been due to his mode <strong>of</strong> travel. Riding a cyclone to <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ocean<br />
definitely gave him some unexpected turbulence. He dropped and swerved with no apparent logic, his<br />
ears popping, his stomach pressed against his ribs.<br />
Finally he drifted to a stop next to Percy, who stood on a ledge jutting over a deeper abyss.<br />
‘Hey,’ Percy said.<br />
Jason could hear him perfectly, though he wasn’t sure how. ‘What’s going on?’<br />
In his ventus air cocoon, his own voice sounded like he was talking through a vacuum cleaner.<br />
Percy pointed into <strong>the</strong> void. ‘Wait for it.’<br />
Three seconds later, a shaft <strong>of</strong> green light swept through <strong>the</strong> darkness like a spotlight, <strong>the</strong>n<br />
disappeared.<br />
‘Something’s down <strong>the</strong>re,’ Percy said, ‘stirring up this storm.’ He turned and sized up Jason’s<br />
tornado. ‘Nice outfit. Can you hold it toge<strong>the</strong>r if we go deeper?’<br />
‘I have no idea how I’m doing this,’ Jason said.<br />
‘Okay,’ Percy said. ‘Well, just don’t get knocked unconscious.’<br />
‘Shut up, Jackson.’<br />
Percy grinned. ‘Let’s see what’s down <strong>the</strong>re.’<br />
They sank so deep that Jason couldn’t see anything except Percy swimming next to him in <strong>the</strong> dim<br />
light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir gold and bronze blades.<br />
Every so <strong>of</strong>ten <strong>the</strong> green searchlight shot upward. Percy swam straight towards it. Jason’s ventus<br />
crackled and roared, straining to escape. The smell <strong>of</strong> ozone made him ligh<strong>the</strong>aded, but he kept his<br />
shell <strong>of</strong> air intact.<br />
At last, <strong>the</strong> darkness lessened below <strong>the</strong>m. S<strong>of</strong>t white luminous patches, like schools <strong>of</strong> jellyfish,<br />
floated before Jason’s eyes. As he approached <strong>the</strong> seafloor, he realized <strong>the</strong> patches were glowing<br />
fields <strong>of</strong> algae surrounding <strong>the</strong> ruins <strong>of</strong> a palace. Silt swirled through empty courtyards with abalone<br />
floors. Barnacle-covered Greek columns marched into <strong>the</strong> gloom. In <strong>the</strong> centre <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> complex rose a<br />
citadel larger than Grand Central Station, its walls encrusted with pearls, its domed golden ro<strong>of</strong><br />
cracked open like an egg.<br />
‘Atlantis?’ Jason asked.<br />
‘That’s a myth,’ Percy said.<br />
‘Uh … don’t we deal in myths?’<br />
‘No, I mean it’s a made-up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth.’