Okay well this is a bit early but oh well.

Thanks to Sapphire for patiantly listening to all of this several times.

To Arabella for support from the other side of the world.

To Iris who put up with my talking to myself on the way to school most days.

To my sister and her best friend who reminded me that every writer needs a break.

I don't own PJO

Secret of the Silver Bow 2 – Fire and Ice

One

Some say the world will end in fire – Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

We Get a Farming Tool for Christmas

Shamrock

Grace and I stumbled into camp, Percy trailing somewhat behind us. Our clothes were covered in ash, and we were dressed like we had come from a Society for Creative Anachronism meeting disaster. Grace had a cut on her leg that was wrapped using the cloth from then hem of her brown dress; I had a burn mark, and cut on one leg, also wrapped in a bit of fabric. Percy was wearing white 1800's style boys dressing gown, and was covered in ash he seemed okay except for the fact that he was in a dress.

It was difficult to think that if I were to have checked the time as we walked into camp they would have said, four in the morning on Christmas, just twelve hours after we left. I really should start the beginning though when we got this way by a not so innocent farm tool…

We had managed to go a whole two weeks without a life or death incident, really I swear to mother Artemis that we did. Then the winter solstice rolled around and the hunters were at camp. I had started traveling with them and since mom had to go to Olympus we were stuck (Note the stuck) at camp. I did however get to spend time with Percy and Aqua. We had gotten to know each other really well and were all down at the water simply enjoying each other's company. The solstice had been over for three days and it was Christmas Eve. My mom wouldn't be back until morning as she had some special hunting to do. I'm not sure what special meant or why it was any different from normal hunting times but it was important to her.

Anyway we were down at the water, and Aqua was riding her hippocampi way out over the water. Grace and I were sitting, talking and Percy was trying to see how far he could throw stones into the water. Things had sort of gone back to normal, but there was a bit of tension between me and Grace. Nothing new but I got really self-conscious when it was time to change the bandages on my wound (It would take weeks to fully heal) and I had to take off my shirt while she poured nectar in it. I kept reminding myself that she had seven brothers and seeing me without a shirt wasn't the weirdest thing she'd done, but it didn't really help.

"So, do you know what this whole, special hunting trip is about?" I asked.

"No but she does it once a year." Grace shrugged; she was in a dark green hunting tunic, like mine, her red hair blowing behind her in the light ocean breeze. She was happy, that much was obvious. "Zoe and Thalia know. It's her personal business and we just don't interfere."

"Hey guys watch this!" Aqua yelled, we looked at her, she was maybe twenty yards from shore, her hair whipping in the wind, and a smile plastered on her face. She started doing flips on the hippocampi and laughing.

"Don't fall in, you'll freeze!" I yelled.

"I'm a child of Poseidon I don't get wet!" She yelled back and continued doing flips on the hippocampi. Apollo strolled up, holding a large, ancient scythe, the blade was cracked but it seemed to glow with power. Unlimited power, and it scared me, a lot. He was grumbling to himself, so I could guess he was pretty upset I don't know why but, I stood up with the intention of talking to him.

"Shamrock hold this, I have to go talk to Chiron. Don't let go, it's sharp." He shoved the scythe in my hand, and with no explanation, walked towards the big house.

"I didn't know Apollo farmed." I said. Percy just gave me a blank look. "A long time ago people used scythes to cut their crops. The curved blade made it much easier to cut wheat." I explained. They all looked at me like I was crazy. "Look with Apollo it was study or go insane. I did a little bit of both."

"Okay, but why does Apollo have it?" Grace inquired, and then as though she was in a daze she stroked the scythes handle. It was wooden and very old; the blade had a nasty red substance on it that looked suspiciously like blood. "It doesn't really look like it was used for farming."

"I know." I said fingering the large iron blade it felt odd like time was slowing down around me. I let go and everything sped up, "Whoa, when you touch the blade time seems to slow down." I checked my watch, and Grace hers. Hers was five minutes ahead.

"That's odd they were in sync a few seconds ago." Grace frowned. I sat down next to her in the grass, still holding the scythe. The scythe got heavier and heavier. It had to weigh ten pounds, and to hold in one hand, by the base, was even more, but I did it anyway. That was my mistake (Okay so I made one, but I made it a whole two weeks!) I couldn't hold it and it fell, the blade cut my leg on the way down before resolutely lodging in the ground.

I let out a hiss of pain and Grace came over to look at the cut, her big error. Percy, hearing all the commotion came around to make sure everything was alright, his big blunder. At first nothing happened, then there was a cold, high, and cruel laugh and a swirling vortex of sand opened up from the scythe.

I was the first to be sucked in. It was like I could see myself going back in time; everything was in the fastest rewind ever. I saw my own birth slower though, an infant, me, lying in a patch of grass and looking up at Apollo, but there was something else, another infant leg was in the picture, Apollo picked me and the other child up. Then before I had time to comprehend the images time went backwards again.

Grace

Grace was the second to go into the vortex. She hoped Shamrock was okay, for her time went backwards at an alarming rate until 1910 then suddenly she had that all too familiar feeling of having her eyelid flipped up with a button hook, she winced and saw the factory where she would work. It's cold gray walls taking children in in the morning and letting them leave with less than ten cents for a day of work. She remembered the smoky smell and feeling of constantly being in a room that was on fire, then there was the day it was really on fire and she felt her throat burn. She remembered the constant coughing of the illness that didn't go away. Worse than all those things she remembered all her siblings nine and up going to the same sad, cold, heartless place she was and being able to do nothing about it. Torcher, pure raw agony. She wanted to scream but before she could, time sped up again.

Percy

Percy was the last one to enter the vortex. He saw his mom walking along the beach with him as a little boy; he was running and playing in the water. She smiled and called his name, he's sad they have to leave the beach but happy that they will be able to come back tomorrow. Then he sees just his mom, she's holding a newborn baby, and talking to him about all kinds of different things, but the baby him doesn't really listen, he just coos and points out to the water. Then he sees his mom walking with his dad, she had a small bump on her stomach that will someday be him. Poseidon tells her he loves her and to take care of Percy and then for the last time he turns and looks at Sally Jackson standing there. The last thing he sees is the day his mom met Poseidon, she is walking on the beach and sees a man holding a trident. She asks him about it and the connection is instant. Then time speeds up again.

Shamrock

I landed on the hard cold ground; all I could see is the sky and Grace. Grace, who was about to land on me. Before I could roll out of the way she landed on me. I groaned, she blushed and got off of me, luckily I was smart enough to roll out of the way before Percy landed on me too. I looked around, there was green grass everywhere and the sky was a stormy gray, I could hear the ocean smacking against something on the other side of a hill. I sat up.

"Where are we?" I asked. Grace was looking around her eyes wide.

"Ireland." She breathed, a few drops of rain came down on her face and she smiled like a little kid on Christmas. The rain started to come down harder, she laughed, but a few tears rolled down her cheeks and stood up. She walked to the top of the hill and grew silent. I motioned for Percy to come and we went to stand near her.

The Ocean was about 100 feet below us, a sheer cliff face went down to it. It smacked against the cliff sending and Ocean spray 20 feet in the air. I saw another hill to our left with a house on top of it. A woman was taking clothes off a clothes line; Grace walked up the hill towards her and froze.

"Shamrock." She said.

"What?" I asked coming and standing next to her.

"That's me Mam." She said.

"What?" I asked her accent made it sound so, weird.

"You know mother." She whispered.

"Oh. Wait you mean we actually went back in time!" I exclaimed.

"Sham, I think that was Kronos' Scythe of Time." She said, I turned to look at Percy who seemed to be thinking.

"Bot how would Apollo have gotten a hold of it. The last guy to have it was Luke, after that it was destroyed. I think." Percy said.

"Who's Luke?" I asked.

"He betrayed Thalia, Annabeth and the rest of us and joined Kronos." He explained.

"What did Thalia have to do with him? She's a hunter she hates guys." I said.

"Um she didn't always." Percy rubbed the back of his head nervously. "She kind of loved him she joined after he betrayed."

"Oh." I muttered.

"Yeah she doesn't talk about it that much, or ever really." Grace said.

"Is this another thing that I should know but not mention?" I asked.

"Yes, it is." She said patting my head like a puppy "Now we need to find out how to get back to New York."

"New York?" I asked.

"We have to get back to the start just to get back to our time." Grace said. "But first we need to get into the village, and then we can get a boat."

"We're dressed like we belong in the twenty first century, Grace I'm sorry but we really stand out." I said.

"We clothes from the clothes line." Grace said pointing, the woman was back, the rain had stopped and she was hanging the laundry.

"From her, look she has a baby!" I said, pointing to the infant that came toddling out of the house, then another came out. "Two we aren't stealing from her when she has babies."

"That's my mother and that baby is me it's not stealing." She insisted. I looked at the baby she was maybe a year old with a bit of red hair on her head, the other baby; a boy had bright red curls. The woman picked them up and took them inside.

We ran up the hill and Grace grabbed a brown dress, two pairs if brown pants and a light blue shirt and white shirt. Then we ran down the hill.

"Okay turn." Grace said shoving our clothes in our hands. We turned and started to dress, I had no trouble getting the clothes on, if anything they were too big. Percy however was at least six inches taller than me and the clothes were a bit on the small side for him.

"Grace can we turn around yet?" I asked.

"Yes you can. Shamrock could pleas button the top button?" Grace asked. I turned and nodded, I buttoned her up and she turned around, the dress seemed to fit her just fine, the sleeves came to just below her elbows, the skirt was long and made for someone who would work on the farm. It was plain but somehow it added to Grace, she looked more, complete.

"Wow." I said.

"You should have seen my mother in it, she was beautiful, but she made everything beautiful. I'll never look like her." Grace said wistfully. "Come one now, we better get going; the town is an hour's walk along the cliff."

We fallowed the cliff and for a while we didn't see any civilization. Just the grass, the ocean and each other. Percy seemed to like it, he mentioned bringing Annabeth here. I know Grace loved it as she would just look out over the ocean, and stare at the green fields. Me it was okay, I guess but at this point I was so hungry, that I would have rather eaten then watched the ocean. I guess it was watching Grace that made my day. She was smiling, and every now and then she would stop and pick a flower, she could tell us what every plant in the field was and if it was edible.

"Now you don't sound the least bit Irish, so just let me talk and you stand there and act, um, like my brothers." Grace said as we came upon the town, I saw that most of the signs were written in a language I didn't understand.

"What language do they speak? It's Ireland, just an accent right?" Percy asked this comment earned him a smack on the back of the head.

"Well yes we speak English but the old Language, Gaelic is something else we speak and I suggest you hold your tongue, we don't like the English." She said. We walked into a tavern and I immediately felt better, everyone in here (All four of them) was odd.

"Percy," I whispered "We aren't the weirdest thing around here." I siad pointing to a guy who was at least six feet tall, a boy who had a scowl in his face and a little girl, Or I assumed she was little because she was only about three feet tall and a blonde girl who looked like she could kill me if she wanted to.

"Whoa did you see the big guy?" He asked.

"It's kind of hard not to!" I said.

"Excuse me." The boy said calling us over. We walked over to them.

"Yes?" I asked trying (And possibly failing) to mimic Grace's accent.

"Are you friends with that red haired girl?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's my sister." I said.

"Could you introduce me?" HE asked.

"Grace!" I called, she came running over.

"Yes Sham?" She asked.

"This is…" I trailed off.

"Artemis Fowl. This is my body guard, Domovi Butler, and his sister Juliette." He said pointing to the giant and the blonde. "And this is my friend Holly." He held out his hand

"Nice to meet you, I'm Grace, this is Shamrock and Percy." Grace didn't take his hand. I decided I didn't like this kid one little bit. "Now we have to go." She led us off but I thought I heard the one called Holly say;

"We go back in time and he finally meets a girl he likes, and he will never see her again. Nice going Artemis."

"Those people we're weird." Percy said, as we walked out of the tavern. I sighed, clearly he had no idea what was going on.

"Percy those people time traveled they came from our time." I said.

"Why didn't we ask for their help?" He asked.

"That kid looked like he was out to screw up history." I said.

"Oh, he did kind of look like the delusional criminal type, didn't he?" Percy said.

"Yes, nice to see you're observant." I said, Grace pulled us to a train station.

"Okay we need to get to Londonderry, as fast as possible." She muttered.

"Um we don't have any Irish currency." I said

"The pound, we were still using the British Pound. I have a bit, but only enough to get us to Londonderry." She said digging in her bag, and pulling out a few paper pounds.

"How old is that stuff?" I asked.

"Well since we're in 1895 it's quite new, minted last year." She said. I frowned.

"Why did you keep it?" I asked. She looked at me her eyes full of sadness.

"Shamrock when you lose something you loved, like your family, or your country, or whatever, you will hold on to it for the rest of your life." She said, I moved to hug her but she walked up the stairs. I sighed and fallowed her, Percy was chasing around a butterfly.

"Come on Percy." I said he nodded and we entered the train station. Grace was speaking rapid Gaelic to the man, he handed her three tickets and she came back smiling.

"Tomorrow, at five in the morning." She said.

"Five in the morning?" I asked. "Where will we stay the night?"

"Um, I don't know, I haven't quite gotten that far yet…" She said. We ended up spending that night in a barn, it wasn't a bad barn, but it was cold. We ended up sleeping in the hay loft, covered in, well, hay. Then the goats started bleating.

"This is going to be a long night." I sighed.

Grace

Grace couldn't sleep, in the last four and a half hours she had been through a lot, she had to speak a language she had come close to forgetting and there was all that tension between her and Shamrock. She could tell that this trip was going to push her to the limits. She would have to spend time on a boat, and she got seasick, really seasick.

She couldn't help but look over at Shamrock, he seemed peaceful. He didn't have his scowl, which she had almost thought was just the way he looked. Of course every now and then he would sleep scowl, but other than that he seemed almost normal. He started to stir and then his eyes snapped open.

"Grace? What are you doing?" He asked. She felt herself turn a light red.

"Um, you don't scowl when you sleep. It looks, nice." She said. This of course brought a scowl to his face. She grinned.

"What?" HE asked.

"Nothing you just looked kind of… peaceful." She said and lay down.

Shamrock

My life sucks, it does, really. I get sent back in time, with Percy and Grace, sure Grace is helpful but Percy I'm not so sure about, and Grace had to be the most complicated girl in history. I sighed and lay awake for a while, soon Grace's breathing became even and I knew she was asleep. I stood up and looked out the loft window.

The town was dead, everyone was asleep and I got the feeling that I was the only one in the whole town who was awake right now; I stared up at the sky, where I could see the Constellation Scorpios that wasn't right. It should be Orion.

"Grace, wake up!" I hissed she sat up and rubbed her eyes, I led her to the window.

"What is the point of this?" She asked. I pointed.

"Scorpios isn't due for months!" I said, she bit her lip.

"We must have been brought back to July!" She siad, our breaths made little puffs in the air.

"July?" I asked.

"I told you Galway got cold." She said. I shivered.

"I didn't think it got this cold." I hissed.

"Well it does, goodnight." She said.

"Night." I whispered and closed the window. I lay back down but not before wondering, what my mother was doing.

2012

Artemis was not having a goodnight, there had been a disturbance in nature and she didn't know what it was but something was wrong. She looked down at Sirius, He whined the harsh Connecticut cold was getting to him; she sighed and started to set up their camp.

Within an hour she had a fire going, Sirius lie down next to it and let his fur warm up. She set up her tent and then sat down to sharpen her arrow heads. About half way through this process she sighed and turned around, to find her twin standing there.

"Hello Apollo." She said. "May I ask what you're doing here?"

"Um there's been an accident. Shamrocks gone." He said.

"What did you do?" She growled.

"Um, now you have to promise you'll be calm." He said.

"Apollo." She growled. "What did you do to my son." Her voice was deadly calm.

"Um I handed him the scythe of time just for a few minutes and when I came back I found it imbedded in the ground and Sham, Grace and Percy were gone. Aqua told me the scythe cut Sham and imbedded in the ground then they were gone." He said.

"You gave my peril prone son the scythe of time? How are you the sun god, you're clearly not that bright." She said looking up at the sky.

"Arty, I'm sorry, he'll come back, he's smart." Apollo reassured.

"Yes but by then what will he have done to history? She asked.

"Um, I've been trying not to think about that." He said. She sighed and sat down.

"Apollo who is his father?" She asked. He sat next to her.

"I can't tell you." He said.

"Why? Why can't you tell me? For the same reason you didn't tell me I had a child!" She yelled tears brimming in her full moon eyes

"Arty, I'm so sorry but I can't for reasons I don't know how to explain." He said.

"I don't want him to live like me, hating the father who was never around, cursing the father that didn't love his mother, and blaming himself for all the family problems he has!" She yelled.

"Oh Arty, he can't really do that because, his father's dead." He said.

"Then I ask you this again. Who is he?" She said slowly, speaking like he was three.

"Artemis, even I'm not a hundred percent sure, it could be anyone, all I know is his father's dead, and has been dead a long time." He said. "Aphrodite knew but she-"He was cut off as Artemis teleported to Aphrodite's house.

"Aphrodite!" She yelled. Aphrodite opened the door.

"Oh Arty honey, come in. Now what can I help you with?" Aphrodite asked motioning for Artemis to come in, she did and sat down on the overly fluffy, pink couch.

"Who is Shamrocks father?" She asked.

"Oh, that's not important." Aphrodite said. "What about him and Grace huh, they're soooo cute!"

"It's important to me! Wait what?" She asked.

"Oh I was sure you knew, Shamrock and Grace had a bond." She said.

"Oh that, whatever. It's not important. Now who is his father?" She asked.

"Arty, Arty, Arty, you know that." She said.

"No I don't and no one will help me!" She said weakly.

"Yes you do, think Arty, think about it." Aphrodite smiled,

Artemis paled. "You mean?"

"Yes Arty I do, now what else can I help you with? A makeover perhaps?" Aphrodite held up a massive makeup kit.

"Nothing. I have to go, bye!" Artemis stood and ran out the door. She ran up the side of Olympus and into Athena's palace.

"Oh Hi Artemis what do you need?" She asked removing her glasses.

"Um do you remember when I was little and you used to tell me about all the stuff in the underworld form that giant scroll?" Artemis asked.

"Yes but what does that have to do with anything?" She asked.

"Well I need that scroll and the one about what happens if you mess up history." She said.

"Oh you need The Complete Inventory of The Underworld and The Complete Guide to Time Travel." Athena said.

"Yeah sure that." Artemis said.

"What for?" Athena said.

"Um Well Shamrock went back in time (Long story) and I have a pretty good Idea about his father (Don't ask please)" She said.

"Oh um, just give me a minute. Come on." Athena led her into the library, which was four times the size of the throne room on Olympus.

"How do you find anything?" Artemis asked.

"It's organized alphabetically by author, topic and date published." Athena said. "Like the Dewy Decimal System but more advanced!"

"Why did I ask?" Artemis sighed.

Shamrock

I woke at four thirty in the morning to Grace shaking me. She motioned for me to wake Percy, I did and we walked towards the train station.

"Okay we have twenty minutes." I said. I looked at the crowd of families, many had children with them, one little blonde girl was crying, and several babies were wailing. The train pulled up and we were herded on.

Inside it was loud and stuffy, we had found seats and sat down as fast as possible. Grace's face was pale and she looked like she was going to be sick.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Just remembering, there are parts of my past I wish to be forgotten." She said.

Grace

Grace was remembering her journey on this train and all the fear it put in her.

The train whistle blew and she and her family were shuttled on the train, she had the baby in one arm and was holding a little girls hand and three other little kids were holding on to her skirt. There weren't enough seats for them all, so Grace stood with the baby, and her twin brother. Her twin brother was holding another baby and the hand of a two year old.

Their mother sat down and pulled a little girl, around five onto her lap. Their mother is tired and their father is trying to handle five little boy's at once. Grace is terrified that they will get lost or hurt, the crowd is big and loud and these people don't care if one child gets lost they're all too busy keeping hold of theirs.

"Grace. Grace!" Shamrock snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, just, remembering." She said.

Shamrock

Honestly I was starting to worry about Grace. I knew this whole, back in time thing was stressing her out, and causing old wounds to re-open but she seemed more distant than ever. Like she had some deep buried guilt that she hadn't thought about in centuries. Percy didn't seem to care though he was watching the Irish country side go by and waving to a group of centaurs. I leaned against the train wall, I we had two hours until we got to Londonderry, I could get some sleep…

I was in the middle of the forest, not that new, but what was odd was the scene in front of me, Apollo was holding two small bundles and talking to Poseidon.

"I can take the boy but not the girl!" He hissed.

"Why not?" Poseidon asked.

"I can't tell you I just can't have them together." Apollo answered

"What about Artemis she has always wanted a daughter." Poseidon argued.

"She can't care for either of them." Apollo said looking down at the two babies.

"I suppose you can't tell me that either?" Poseidon sighed, Apollo shook his head. "Very well I'll take her, what's her name?"

"She's a new born, she doesn't have one."

"Does the boy?"

"Yes, Shamrock Orion Clover." Apollo said, I realized with a start that one of the babies was me

"Then her, name Is Lilly Calisto." Poseidon said that name was familiar but before I could place it I was awoken.

"Sham, we're here. Let's go." Grace said, I stood up and we filed out of the train and into the town. It was a dull gray rainy day, as it often was in Ireland, and I was miserable, Grace however wasn't she seemed to like the rain.

"How are you so happy, it's pouring?" Percy said, he may have been water resistant in the ocean, sea, pool, or toilet (Don't ask) but this was rain and it was hard, ice cold rain and we were soaked to the bone. Grace's brown dress was stuck to her and her red hair was plastered to her head and down her back.

"I'm not happy I just like the rain!" She said. I couldn't help but smile, she was enjoying the rain. I had never seen her like this.

"Why are you smiling?" Percy asked. I looked at him, his white shirt was stuck to him and his cotton pants were soaked, his black hair was wet, in other words he looked like an idiot for not being under cover, but then again so did I.

"She's smiling. She's never this happy." I said.

"Well I'm happy when I'm not covered in hay and rain." He grumbled I rolled my eyes and jogged ahead to where Grace was.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"Find some way to get money, and then get passage on a ship." She said we walked towards a tavern. Grace went up to the lady tending the bar.

"Sorry, lass you'll have to speak English." She said

"Oh, um okay then, we would like to work, just for a while, until we have enough money for passage on a ship." Grace said.

"How many?" She asked.

"Me and these two." She pointed to me and Percy.

"Very well, you work for me today , by helping me get the chickens in and serving all these people and I'll give you the money for the passage." She said. We nodded.

I can also add to the growing list of things I hate chickens. Grace got a job serving the people who came into the tavern and Percy and I were stuck with the chickens. Chickens smell, they are annoying and trying to herd them, in the driving rain is close to impossible.

Percy and I tried three different plans to herd them into the chicken coop. The first one was that we would run at them from both sides and make them run in the hen house. That one failed when we slipped on the mud and landed in the middle of them.

On the second try I shape shifted into a wolf and tried to herd them, like a sheep dog. I guess chickens aren't the same as sheep, and I didn't look enough like a dog to herd them, because they panicked and scattered. This only made the job harder.

The third try was to take brooms and push them one by one, this on should be obvious as to why it messed up. Chickens are fast and even with ADHD we weren't fast enough to catch them with a broom.

Finally we were forced to resort to picking them up one at a time and putting them in the hen house. After getting pecked and scratched several times I finally got the first one into the hen house. After that getting the other elven into the hen house was fairly easy.

We went in to the tavern and found Grace serving dinner to a family. We went to the owner (We learned her name was Mrs. Carswell) and told her we were done.

"What were you doing that got you this dirty? Really an hour and a half chasing chickens? I wonder about you two. Any way next I need you two to take this the garbage round back to the dump." She siad we nodded.

As it turned out "Round back" was a five minute walk down and dark shady alley, a fight with three boys who tried to rob us and then opening the heavy door of the "Dump" and putting the garbage. The dump turned out to be a compost pile, sorted into two piles 'horse manure' and 'garbage' we tossed them into the second pile and walked back to the Tavern.

Grace was not very happy, the men in this place were pigs and I wanted to kill them all. They called her names and I could tell she was going to lose it soon. I asked Mrs. Carswell to please make them stop and she siad;

"Oh dearie, tis all part of the business." Then she walked away. Next we were put to work in the tavern. Well, at the bar. If you've ever been called a girl when you're clearly not you'll have some idea of how I felt after I gave the first guy his fifth drink.

By the time the day was over I had to give Grace credit that she showed some seriously good self-control. If I was her I would have lost it, I got lucky the guy who thought I was a girl passed out in a half and hour after the fifth drink. Mrs. Carswell paid us and we went to a ticket office.

"Are there any tickets left on the Anne Marie?" Grace asked. The guy checked.

"Just three in third class," He said

"We'll take those. I'm Grace O'Donally, This is Shamrock O'Donally and Percy O'Donally, and we're all 15." She said. The man handed her three tickets with our names printed on them.

We sprinted towards the dock, which was a lot more difficult than it sounded. Grace was in a rain soaked cotton dress making it much harder for her, but she kept up. By the time we got to the docks we were exhausted.

The ship called the Anne Marie was a brilliant blue and red, it had the English flag printed on the side. It was very large and I could already see the first and second class passengers on board. The third class passengers were only just boarding.

There were so many, most looked like they were hoping for a better life, as though they had lived through something awful and wanted nothing more than to get away. I felt out of place, like I was too happy of something. I moved a little closer to Grace.

"Why are they staring?" I asked.

"Percy, he has black hair, can you see anyone else with black hair?" She asked. I looked around.

"No." I said.

"Well then there you go. You also are well fed and we're the smallest numbers here." Grace said. I nodded and jumped. I jumped because Grace had grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but turn a little red. "I'm sorry I didn't know it bothered you." She said letting go.

"No, it startled me, but I'm fine." I said.

"No really." She said pulling her hand away. I sighed, why did she have to be so difficult, Lilly wasn't this difficult.

"I was supposed to call Lilly!" I said, Lilly and I had been calling each other on a regular basis, of course whenever I tried Skype she was hunting or in the bath. She seemed to hunt and bathe a lot.

"Well don't worry I'm sure she'll understand." Grace said. She and Lilly had become quite good friends over the phone and would tell endless stories about my latest ventures (Just little things recently), and to think it's only been two weeks…

"Good." Percy said holing up a small cell phone.

"I thought we weren't allowed to have cell phones.

"It's Annabeth's and we don't get cellphone reception here." He said. Grace rolled her eyes.

"You stole your girlfriends cellphone?" Grace asked

"No! I barrowed it without asking so I could call my mom and I kind of, maybe, sort of forgot to put it back." He said. The line started to move at a snail's pace.

"Well she'll understand we don't get reception in nineteenth century Ireland!" Grace said. I couldn't help but wonder why she was so snappy. She was probably just worried Percy would screw up the time line with Annabeth's cellphone.

"God's I hope so." Percy said putting it back in his bag. Grace sighed and we started to move forward towards the boat. "You think they'll let me swim."

"Percy, this is an immigrant boat, not a cruise ship." Grace said.

"Oh so they won't let me swim?"