Thrax snorted awake and sat up so fast it made his head spin. "Okay, okay! Storm. You don't need to shout," he complained.
Percy frowned, apparently not so friendly when he had a job to do. "You two were dead to the world. Believe me, the only other thing I hadn't tried yet was dousing you with seawater."
"Well, okay, thanks for not doing that," Thrax chuckled sheepishly.
Percy pointed to Hana. "Now that that's cleared up, I want you helping in the galley and your boy here up on deck where he can put that impressive physique to work."