>"Mizzenmast!" I yelled.

>Annabeth looked at me like I was nuts, but in the next second, the air was filled with whistling sounds of ropes being snapped taut, canvases unfurling, and wooden pulleys creaking.

>Annabeth ducked as a cable flew over her head and wrapped it around the bowsprit. "Percy, how..."

> I didn't have an answer, but I could feel the ship responding to me as if it were part of my body. I willed the sails to rise as easily as if I were flexing my arm. I willed the rudder to turn.

*pg. 185 SoM*