Everything here in Camp Half-Blood was different. The structure of the camp grounds were different. Even the gods and their children were different. However there was one thing that stayed the same. The ocean. The only real difference was that here in Camp Half-Blood the ocean is called the Atlantic and not the Pacific. Chowilawu was thirty feet underwater with his arms and legs spread apart. His long, black hair flowed in the water. The only clothing his wore was blue swim trunks and that's because he had to.
The son of Neptune closed his eyes and reached out his hand toward the depths of the sea, seeing what was around him. Opening them back up again, he saw something large swim toward him. As it got closer, he knew what it was. A Great White shark. Anyone else would've either died of shock or scream until their lungs were crumpled up. It was a female great white, pregnant too. She seem to know that who he was and, more importantly, who is father was. The Native American smiled softly at the beautiful creature and touched her snout as it swam past him. He took the chance to hook his hand around her dorsal fin, letting her swim a tad bit closer to the shore.