Delma looked up toward the sky and saw two figures of men,

high above the airplane.

“More of Zeus’s kids.”

Delma then stepped back, allowing Keegan, having moved

behind her, to peer out through the doorway. His heart sank upon

seeing the demigods looming overhead.

Pulling his head back in, out of the chill, he said, “For the sake

of these people, we must stop them—and quickly.”

Angelia’s face displayed her confusion at his statement. “You

surprise me. I thought you did not care for people.”

“They have done me no wrong. I have no reason to allow them

harm or wish them ill, let alone a death at sea.”

“So how do we stop ’em?” asked Delma.

“I don’t know,” said Keegan.

After a moment, as the two of them thought, Angelia smiled

and said, “Whatever we choose to do, it will not be accomplished

from in here.”

She then leapt out of the airplane and plunged into the sea. She

swam to and through the surface like a creature born there and then

began to run on the water beside the craft.

“Come! We must be quick!” she yelled from the sea’s surface to

Keegan and Delma, now in the doorway.

Suddenly Delma dove through the doorway headlong into the

stormy sea with an insignificant splash. After a moment, she rose

above the waves borne on a snaked pillar of water, enveloping her

at the waist and down around her legs, moving swiftly near Angelia

beside the airplane.

“Jump, Keegan!” yelled Delma.

He hesitated. He could not swim, but he wanted to keep the

plane from its perceived watery fate, so he began to back up, preparing

himself for the plunge.

Continuing to hesitate, he threw down his shield, thinking it

would not help him stay afloat. He breathed deep.

“Poseidon, have mercy.” Then he ran and jumped.