Baby Percy walks along the sea in Montauk, and from time to time finds amazingly pretty seashells, and tiny pretty beads he doesn't know a name for yet, and even gorgeous jewelry that someone might've lost and is upset now, so Percy picks it up and brings to mommy so she'd report it's been found.
Sally was nervous enough about fancy seashells that she had never, ever found on this dull shore in her entire life, or the pearls, selling which'd be more than enough to feed a town. The Atlantean jewelry becomes the last straw, and she, scared out of her mind, prays to Poseidon for explanation when Percy falls asleep.
Poseidon doesn't come in person, but his reply finds her with a gentle sea breeze. Yes, it's inconvenient, but she shouldn't be scared yet. It's just the sea nymphs who stumbled upon his child on a shore and sent small gifts for a baby to play with. It shouldn't attract unwanted attention.
Sally huffs, suspecting that not all the gifts were sent by nymphs only, but she has nothing to prove the theory.
















