>Only Percy was having much luck. He stood by the center mast, his hands extended like he was walking a tightrope. Every time the ship tilted, he pushed it in the opposite direction and the hull stabilized. He summoned giant fists of water from the ocean to slam into the larger waves before they could reach the deck, so it looked like the ocean was hitting itself repeatedly in the face.

>With the storm as bad as it was, Jason realized the ship would've already capsized or been smashed to bits if Percy was not on the job.

*pg. 250 BoO*