I love stories about this ship! Thank you Pirates of the Caribbean! Anyways, here it is. Oh yeah. It has absolutely nothing to do my other story. Well… maybe…
I wrote thins in Chinese school on binder paper first, so don't get mad if it's crappie or short.
Once upon a time… Wait no… There is no once upon a time. No happily ever after. There is only one true ending: death. Kay so I got most of that from the Demonata. I forgot which book. Maybe Slawter. And that my not be the end. Trust me, I know. I have a good life. A steady relationship with my hot girlfriend, a loving mom and step-dad, and best of all, everywhere I go in the demi-god world, I'm a freaking hero. Then came the end of the world. Well, my world at least. But, he almost ended the world once, so why not do it again.
I blame Luke. He just HAD to waltz back into my life and ruin everything… AGAIN! Why can't he just stay dead? Is that really so hard?
We were on the Argos II, sailing back to the states after another victory (Thank you, thank you) against Gaea. Annabeth and I were sitting on the deck, enjoying the nice picnic that Piper had put together for me when I forgot about or one year anniversary (seriously, month AND year anniversaries? Like I didn't have enough to worry about). The sun was setting over the water in the horizon. I focused and managed to convince the nearby dolphins to give us a little show.
Of course, being me, I ruined the perfect moment by snickering. I had tried so hard to keep that image out of my mind, but the harder I tried, the more insistent it became. Stupid ADHD. The image I was thinking of was of course, Zeus's face after dad "insisted" that I was named a hero. I wonder if he did that on purpose. Anyways, his face grew red and started turning purple. Then, he turned green and did that.
Annabeth stared at me, probably wondering if she should've just forgotten about this whole anniversary thing. "What's so funny?" she asked self-consciously. "Zeus," I answered with a straight face. This time, it was Annabeth who failed to keep her composure. Thunder rumbled threating.
I couldn't help but admire the way Annabeth looked tonight (the sun had already set). Piper had helped her get ready. Her hair was braided with gold thread. She was wearing a Greek style gold chiton. The small amount of make-up was perfect and really brought out her eyes. In a word, she looked beautiful. Jeez. When did I become a fashion and make-up expert? And when did I get so sappy and romantic?
Then, realizing I was staring at her with my mouth wide open, I turned and dug into the picnic. I took a slice of pizza and did my best to eat it slowly and like a gentleman. Do you know how hard that is for me? Answer: Practically impossible. It was so good and I LOVED pizza. Annabeth looked like she was about to explode from choking back her laughter. "Oh go ahead," she told me. "You know you want to." I nodded and stuffed it into my mouth. I finished most of the pizza by myself. Annabeth laughed. "Where does all this food go?" she asked. Funny. Piper and the rest of my friends wondered the same thing.
Enter Luke. On a Pegasus. MY Pegasus. Blackjack. I glared at my horse. Then at Luke. He slid off like a pro. Even I couldn't do it that smoothly. Maybe I was just clumsy compared to him. Little bitch. Luke strolled over to Annabeth, shoving me aside. "What are you doing with scum like him?" he drawled, helping her up. Riptide was in my hand and at his neck almost instantly. Annabeth gave a small shake of her head. She actually like it! "Let's go for a flight, shall we?" he said smoothly. Annabeth nodded, swallowing and blushing.
I stared hard at Blackjack having a mental conversation. Why? I growled. Sorry boss. He threatened to cut off my wings. That little bitch! Not my horse, the thing that my girlfriend was drooling over. Can you- I asked. If a horse could grin, this one did. When Luke neared Blackjack, his hind leg muscles bunched up and shot out with all the power of his front legs and body behind. It hit Luke in the back of his head. Beautiful. I loved my horse. "Don't stand behind a horse. It can get scared," I couldn't help but say. Blackjack nickered.
Instead of thanking me like I expected her to, Annabeth slapped me and ran over to Luke, checking on him. "How could you?" she screamed. "You could've killed him!" I stared at her dumbly.
TBC. Review!