Triton poured her a glass of the root beer, and offered it to Chelsea.
"I don't know that you're ready for this yet," he said, indicating the liquor, "Perhaps in six years."

The sea prince then reached into his pocket, fingering the parchment there.
"Also, Father... There is one other reason I'm here. I just returned from Michigan, and I found a clue on Mackinac Island. ...I believe it tells where the Trident is."