The ocean isn't just some random thing out there; it's got its own family and history. From Pontus and Thalassa to Oceanus and Tethys, and then Poseidon and his family, the ocean's got a whole bunch of kids. And they're all tied to its depths. Even the demigods who are part of the waves feel the pull of the sea. For Percy Jackson, Water has always been a place of comfort, a silent protector that erased his pain and embraced him fully.And he wanted to see it fully, just as much as it wanted to see him too.

Pontus and Thalassa, the Primodials and first of all the Sea Gods. Are just like all later Sea Gods very possessive.

The ocean is after all vast, eternal, and ever-consuming, and those who belong to it must remain within its depths. It's a love that is both nurturing and suffocating, an embrace that does not loosen once it takes hold on something.

The waters claim all who dare to venture too far, and once taken, the sea does not truly give back.

From the moment any life touched the waves, the ocean made its will known. To exist within its endless tides was to be a part of something greater, something unbreakable.

Those who were born of the sea were the ocean’s own, bound by its currents, watched over by its deities.

Pontus and Thalassa had long since accepted this truth was their nature, just like their children and descendants. The deep was theirs, as were all creatures within it.

It was no different for those who came after.

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2 of Gaia’s children and Pontus's half-siblings, Oceanus the Titan of the Oceans, and his wife, Tethys the Titaness of the Seas and Freshwater, were next to feel the call, even while still on Land.

So, both were easy to claim, their hearts and divinity were already in tune with the waves.

It was natural, inevitable even.

The sea had always been their home even if they were born to the Sky and Earth, and they had no desire to leave.

Though the sky had once overshadowed them, reaching down with the cruelty of their father Uranus.

The sea was patient.

It swallowed the past, as it always did, and took them in fully when the time was right.

Oceanus and Tethys became the Rulers of the Sea, and part of its depths, guardians of its endless expanse. Where they build their own families later.

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After many years, he came, the second born son of Kronos and Rhea.

The son, Poseidon, God of the Seas and the next King of the Sea.

He, too, learned what it meant to belong to the Ocean, as he was a young humanoid God in the Sea. He did feel it's weight pressing upon him, never truly releasing him, Even if he was in Olympus with his siblings in the Sky, the Sea called for him.

The power of the sea was not just a crown; it was a binding force, a tether stronger than any chain could be.

Poseidon did not resist, not even once, since he walked into his Kingdom. He accepted the possessiveness of the ocean because he was it's son, its king, the one who could move it's embodiment.

Pontus and Thalassa did not let go, and Poseidon had never any intention of leaving it, the family he created there too was like him.

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The same was true for all those who carried the sea in their veins. From the Monsters, the Spirits and Demigods too.

The demigods born of any Water Gods—children of Poseidon, Triton, Nereus of River Spirits and even Thetis's son Achilles — they all felt the pull in their very bones, to return to the Water and not be on Dry Land.

Camp Fish-Blood was there home, not Camp Half-blood.

As any Water Demigod would leave the Camp very fast, after being there for a short time. It just doesn't feel right for them, never did.

Chiron could see it, and know about it from the past. So, he would see them leave the camp and go to their new home very fast. That was Camp Fish-Blood.

Sure the Demigods could walk the land, breathe the air, even pretend to belong among the mortals, but the Ocean always called them back.

The tides whispered, the waves and water reached for them, the depths ached for their return.

The Water was not just their home; it was their birthright, their inevitable fate.

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And then, here was right now the, youngest Sea Demigod,

Percy Jackson.

From the moment he was born, the ocean had claimed him as the son of Poseidon, even though he had yet to understand it.

Percy Jackson, had always felt an inexplicable connection to the water, an unspoken understanding that the sea and all being in it, lakes or water would never harm him.

Even as a child, he had turned to it instinctively, finding comfort in its vastness. The first time he saw the ocean, he felt something stir inside him, something ancient and young, something knowing and unknowing, and his mother had to hold him back from crawling as a toddler into the Waves.

The Water that protected him too, after all.

When his mother, Sally, suffered beneath her abusive husband, Gabe, a River had given Percy an escape as it took Gabe deep into it's Water.

Percy knew, he could trust it, and that the sea could take away pain.

That it could erase, cleanse, heal, and carry away everything unwanted.

So with that Gabe was finally gone, it was as though the River had done him a favor, a quiet acknowledgment of its love for him. And Percy to help it, did spend his Summer with his Mom to clean it, as a thanks.

He was sure, it was overjoyed too, how it did shine.

(He yet had to learn, that the River spirit was very smug, to the other Spirits, about the young Child of the Sea taking care of him and helping to clean him)

But despite this connection, His mother, Sally always came first. She was the one thing that tied him to the world above the waves, the anchor that kept him from just accepting the whispers and just jump into the Lake, River or Ocean when it calls for him.

She had raised him, protected him, and ultimately, she had sent him to Camp Half-Blood. To learn about his father’s world. To understand his place within it, while she would wait at home for him. With that his half-Goat friend Grover showed him this place, a place for Half-bloods.

The camp felt unfamiliar, wrong in ways he couldn’t explain.

He was among others like him—demigods, children of gods—but there was something missing, something just beyond his reach. The uncertainty gnawed at him, even as Percy tried to make sense of it all.

Then he stepped into Cabin Three. The place the Naiads told him would be his home, and a few older Demigods of Sea Gods, told him it was their home too.

The moment he crossed the threshold, it felt as though he had fallen into the ocean itself. The silence, the depth, the way the water embraced him—it was just like the sharktank in the Aquarium where he was pushed into.

That moment of perfect stillness when he had fall into it. But this time, it was stronger. More alive!

The others in Cabin Three welcomed him, told him about the beauty he had yet to see, the wonders he had yet to experience.

Under the Sea.

Of the Corals Reefs, the Fish and the Cities and Castles and Sunken Ships he could see! Just like the Naiads told him, "Even when I'm out of the water, the water is within me." or the River Spirit as a Child who he asked about the River and he showed him the places that were more Clean to see or Swim with his mother.

Percy stood there, surrounded by the weight of the ocean’s presence, he felt it, this was truly a Home. This must be what his mother wanted to show him.

Feeling it's young Child, finaly being home.The ocean was overjoyed.

Pontus and Thalassa felt his presence finally, their possessive love reaching for the small child, wrapping around him in a way he could not see but could undeniably feel.

He was home now, where he had always belonged. The sea had waited for him, and now, at last, he had returned.

And the Ocean would never let him go.