Chapter 1
(Leo)
I'm not sure if anyone had noticed my leaving. After the final battle against Gaea I started to drift away from everybody. Frank had Hazel, Percy had Annabeth, Jason had Piper, hell even Nico met a guy down in Greece. But for me there was only one, and she was unattainable. Trapped forever on an island a world away. But as I found out along my misadventures, nothing is impossible. Just really, really, really, really, really difficult. So with a determination unmatched since rebuilding Festus, I set off to work on the Argo III.
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It was a magnificent ship, it traveled faster than Arion, well that my be a lie, but it was definitely close! And of course the astrolabe was the whole reason I am even trying. Thank the gods for that. Now the waves are still pounding hard against the the ship, or what was left of it. All that remained of the Argo III was a few boards I managed to salvage from the hull. I figured the god's wouldn't let me reach her, but I still tried nonetheless. The quest has been a disaster, Zeus shot me out of the sky and Poseidon had obviously sent the storm. Now there is no escape from death, I will soon die of dehydration, or of hypothermia in the icy water, and now to Calypso I'll just be another memory; she'll never even know I tried. But I want to be more than a story she tells a future hero, grabbing the nearest piece of driftwood I begin to paddle on.
*3 Days Later*
The waves are still churning beneath me. Their anger unrelenting. Hunger is insufferable at this point, and even worse is the thirst. Oh gods the thirst. Its insane that there is all this water around me and not a drop to drink. Its killing me, pun intended. Haha, even in the face of death I can crack a joke. That's what I'll be remembered for. Jokes. Nothing more, no one knew me as anything more than a fun-loving, carefree jokester, except for Calypso. Oh here it comes, black dots spotting my vision, my pain is beginning to leave, well this is it. Wonder where I'll go, never really thought about it, well I guess I'm about to find out. My consciousness is floating away, my last thought is of her, Calypso, the love of my life. Not about my mistakes or what I wish I could've done, but of her. But as death nears the water stilled and the wind hushed.