The mail had arrived early that morning with the mail barge going out towards the other side of the waters to deliver postage to all the sea fairing vessels that made their lives on the sea. It was near mid day by this point. The sun was near the middle of the sky above, its warm rays beating down upon the waters and land alike. A small vessel floated alone about a mile off the coast of Athens, anchored in place.
His pupils dilated just a little with the skin of the lids closing near center as he focused upon the fine letter sitting on his desk in front of him. He hadn't moved from that spot since he noticed the letter in the pile of mail. His fingers were clasped together with his index knuckles pressed to his lips. The boat rocked upon the gentle waves, but he was unstirred in the slightest as he pondered what the letter was for.
Another hour passed without his moving, though the time was spent in more open thought than simple curiosity. A firm breath passed from his nostrils for a moment. His left hand broke from the clasp of his right. He reached the hand towards the letter, grasping it at the base. He slid the letter through the mail till it was at the front of the desk a few inches from him. He leaned forward, grasping the small silver letter opener sitting a few feet from him in its holster.
His fingers held the right corner of the letter in ever so tender a manner as his right hand slipped the blade of the opener under the paper fold. He pressed, cutting the opener blade clean along the edge of the fold to open the envelope up without damaging the contents. He sat the letter opener down, moving his right hand to the opened fold where he grasped at what lay within.
His eyelids expanded away from his pupils in slight amazement that it was an invitation for some family reunion. He examined the fine craft and effort that went into it, knowing just from this that it was from Hermes. The man had always held fine taste, and besides only he would go through such effort for an invitation, or even invite them all to begin with.
Poseidon spent a few moments pondering the reasons, the whys, and the possible explanations but they all angered him a little. Of all the gods who were upset by their present status Poseidon found himself near the bottom of the list. He remembered what it was like to be loved in so glorious a manner, to be strong. It angered him often that he was so weak, so frail as a mere human, save for his immortality. Despite this he found life much simpler now.
There were no arguments, or family quarrels to deal with. There was no treachery, nor vandalism's to occur. Their ego's had been calmed, and their prides diminished but in exchange there was a sense of peace in this. While he longed for worship and love from the mortals again, he had his ocean. He had the creatures within his rich waters. He had his children who visited him often. What's more, he had no reason to worry for their safety.
He leant back into his chair, keeping the invitation within his grasp. He noticed the time, and its date. It was tomorrow. He had a day to make preparations and attend. Just then he heard a soft yawn emanate from the small bedroom in the back of his office. He turned his head and took notice of his waking wife. Her eyelids fluttered open a little, and her supple lips curved to greet him with a gentle smile. She often slept in as she had little to do. It pleased him he could provide her so much comfort in their dire circumstances, and he took pride in it.
He raised his hand bearing the invitation and her smile slipped away. Her eyes pouted for her soul, and she rolled over to the look the other way. The one calm she and he both enjoyed in this painful situation was the pleasant, uninterrupted joy of being together without a parting. Anywhere he had to go she would come, but this she had little desire for.
"Come now my sweet Amphitrite. You know I will not be gone for very long. You could always come with me if you so desired." He attempted to comfort her in such a way as to impress upon her his belief she was so valued amongst them. Still her reply remained with her back turned to him.
"You know if you go, there will likely be a quarrel. You and your brothers can never get along...let's not speak of the others...always choosing sides in your infighting. Just tell them no." She'd reply without looking at him. He offered a comforting exhale as he stood from his chair, tossing the invitation upon his desk. He approached her, sitting upon the side of the bed against her back. He leant over her torso some, grasping at her chin to turn her head towards him so that their eyes would meet.
"You and I both know something has happened. We could both feel it. Whatever it was, it is my responsibility to learn if there is a problem. At the very least I must do so to ensure your protection, and that of my children, if not even taking mortals into consideration. Do not condemn me for such responsibility." He seemed to plead with the end of his statement. His words were taken in a kind gesture, as she would grasp his hand from his chin then raise it to her lips to kiss it in so soft a manner. He took that as her leave for him to depart. With her embrace he lent down, nuzzling her lips from his hand to embrace them with his own. The intimacy lasted only moments, but for them moments were lifetimes.
"Come back to me...and remember though their anger is as strong as yours, it is not so deep within their breast as it is for you. You have accepted this fate far more than they have. Embrace their pain, and try to be comforting." He offered her a sweet smile in return for her words.
"I make only the same promise as I always have. I'll do nothing to jeopardize what is important. Beyond that, I have little control." He's speak back to her, offering another brief peck before departing from her embrace. He walked back to his desk, and picked up the invitation. He slipped it into his pocket as he walked towards the holds door. His left hand grasped the handle and he paused, glancing back to his fair wife for but a moment. "I'll return." He offered as a soothing promise. It was met with a gentle nod.
He opened the door to leave, sighing in a soft tone yet again as he shut the door. He walked upon the deck looking around him at the waters. He then approached the starboard side of the small vessel. His eyes shimmered a moment with a bluish flutter. From the water a triton slipped forth in the hands of a well toned merman with a slightly elongated beard.
"Your weapon father, as you have summoned me to deliver it." Poseidon shook his head in a slow manner looking upon his child.
"No Triton, I've summoned you because I must depart for a meeting with my brothers and the others. It is to you to protect this boat and your mother while I am away, as I have always entrusted you to." His son offered a firm nod, taking the weapon back into both hands.
"How long will you be afar?" His son offered the question with dire curiosity and some worry.
"Not long I should hope, unless there is a crisis. With my brothers it is more likely that we will start one but I will take heed and hope for cool minds. Would you mind forming the portal for me? Such things drain me far sooner than they used to and I don't wish to arrive seeming a mess." He offered his son a soft smile with a cheerful voice to accompany as he made the request.
"Of course father." With that Triton lay the weapon just under the waters clear surface. From the tip of the blade a small maelstrom began to form. It grew until it was about three feet in diameter, sinking down under the water's surface like an upside down tornado within the water. With that formed Poseidon stepped off the side of the ship, falling into it to vanish.
Moments later the waters of a fountain within the establishment they were all meeting began to quiver a little. The shape of hands, then arms, formed out of the waters. The liquid continued to rise until his fully formed body was crafted. The water then drained away as if her were within a shell that could be so easily removed. He stepped upon the floor with a few beads of sweat upon his brow and his breathing increased just a bit.
"Even with his help it drains me to reform. How long past days haunt the present status of our existence so." He'd take a moment, looking around the room to see who was already present. There were a number of them already there, and no doubt many would view his presence in an unhappy manner. He'd ignore such scorning looks and make is way to get a drink.