"To business, then."  Triton gestured, and the air rippled much like water.  A large map flowed into view, hovering over the floor; it showed the tip of Florida and a region of the Atlantic Ocean to the east.  Shimmering lines indicated the Bermuda Triangle, and a small circular area within the Triangle was brightly lit.<br/><br/>"As you might suppose, many of my father's servants are ill-suited to the defense of Mount Olympus.  Thus I intended to send a group to the waters around Ville Au Camp to aid in the Loa's defense."  He gestured to the glowing spot on the map.  "They were gathered here until a scant few hours ago.  The survivors tell me that creatures of the Drowned Road came for them."  The God pounded the butt end of his trident against the floor, the sound reverberating through the entire house.  "I want them gone.  I want every last one of the beasts torn asunder until they plague my father's oceans no more.  I want nothing short of the Titans themselves to deter you in this.  Do you understand?"