"No Triton the boat's fine," he said, even though to some ears it might have sounded like he was almost snapping at the boy. He was angry with a whole host of things that had nothing to do with Triton, and as much as he endeavoured to spare the boy from everything that was wrong with the world the way Poseidon saw it, sometimes the smallest things got under his skin and forced words out of him the wrong way.
"I won't stand for Zeus' self-righteousness. I need to go back to New York." Go to find the woman he was careless enough to let slip once again, like saltwater flowing between his fingers.