As far as Poseidon was concerned, the hundred years at the bottom of the sea passed in the blink of an eye. He rose to surface in the Mediterranean where he’d often enjoyed bullying the humans. This time, however, the response wasn’t all he expected. No screaming or running or begging for mercy. People actually seemed to find him humorous.
“Dude!” Some transplant from another continent bumped into him. “You look down right gnarly. And they tell me that I need a shave and a haircut.”
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