Annabeth's POV

"This is Flaming Leo Valdez, Supreme commander of this fine vessel. We will be landing at our destination in approximately fifteen minutes. Jason if you could join me in the bridge ASAP that would be good. Oh and Annabeth stop strutting around the deck like that your scaring people. That's all folks. See you on the Quarter deck in fifteen." I was so deep in thought I didn't register Leo's announcement in till it was nearly over. That boy as too much power than is good for him.

My grey cloak flowed in the wind like a flag. I radiated power, and I have to admit it felt good. I was dressed in full body armour. My armour was gold, marking me out as captain of this small but powerful demi-god army. Unfortunately it makes me stick out like a sore thumb as everyone else's armour is made out of celestial bronze.

It wasn't my idea. Ask commander. My arms were folded and my lips were pursed as I stormed up and down the deck, deep in thought. I continued to ask myself the million dollar question 'Does he remember me?'

I knew he probably did on some level. Guessing by how much Jason has remembered I could calculate roughly how much Percy might remember. Jason remembers certain names and faces and sometimes the odd few seconds of a memory.

Still this sort of thing is unpredictable, who knows what Hera has allowed Percy to remember. She'd let him remember me…right? But then again she has always kind of hated me since I told her off a few years back and I'm not exactly her biggest fan either. What if Percy doesn't remember anything? What if he doesn't even remember his own name? No. Even when Jason first woke up he knew his own name.

A few of my curls had come loose from my plait and I twisted them round my fingers. I tried to harness my thoughts. I let out the breath I'd been holding. "What's going to happen is going to happen Wise Girl, you don't always have to overthink everything." A certain green eyed boy's voice echoed through my mind.

In the eight months he'd been gone my mind had adapted to deal with it, it had developed a way of playing to me the sarcastic comments and cheesy phrases he might of used had he been there. It's one of the reasons I'm still sane, or the reason I'm not. Does a crazy person know their crazy? My mom would say that it's only the sane that question their sanity.

I leant against the foremast and felt the wind push against me. I walked right up to the bowsprit and let the breeze ripple across my skin. I slipped the hair tie out my hair so my golden curls flew out behind me. I put my hands out in front of me and felt the metallic coolness of the railings in my palms. I was stood like that girl Rose out of the film Titanic, now all I need was my Jack. Percy. Someone was stood beside me but it wasn't him.

"Hey, are you doing ok?" Piper leant against the railing.

"Would you be doing ok in my position?" I said simply as I continued to stare at the horizon.

"No, I wouldn't…I'm not" She said.

I shot her a look "What?"

"Pining after a guy that doesn't remember all the stuff we remember. That's kind of something we have in common huh?" The words caught in her throat. Piper gave me a sad smile as a fat tear formed in her eye. I watched as it teetered on her bottom eyelid and finally fell off. It tumbled down her cheek and she wiped it away just before it dripped off her chin.

My heart suddenly overflowed with compassion. I pulled her toward me and enveloped her in a hug. I suddenly realised this girl had it way worse. At least my memories of Percy are real. At least I know Percy doesn't have a secret past I don't know anything about. She had thought she knew Jason only to discover she didn't even know his last name.

"Shhh, don't worry. He'd blind not to notice you Piper. It took Percy four years to finally ask me out and Jason is way more intuitive about girls than Percy ever was. Just give it some time." I said softly.

She pulled away. Her eyes were blood shot "I'm sorry. You've got your own problems. I'll go." She made to leave.

"No Piper it's fine. Stay" I begged "Please."

She nodded "Ok"

Percy's POV

"Stop fidgeting dumbass or we'll never get this straight." Hazel scolded me for what seemed like millionth time. She was knelt on the floor trying to straighten my crumpled toga.

"Sorry." I said, and I meant it.

"You ok Perce; you're sweating like a pig." Frank asked. He was stood in front of with his arms crossed.

"Yer, I'm fine." I took a deep breath and wiped my forehead; he was right. I was sweating really badly.

"Ok, you're good." Hazel stood up, a satisfied expression on her face.

I turned to look in the floor length mirror behind me. I scrunched up my nose. This thing just doesn't look right on me. It's supposed to skim across the ground but because it was made for their last praetor; Jason Grace. So it hangs at about ankle height. That's right folks, I know that he's about an inch shorter than me but about anything else about him I don't have a clue. But it's not just the length of it that feels wrong. It's the fact that I know I shouldn't be wearing a Toga at all.

"This feels wrong." I announced.

"The Toga?" Frank asked.

"Yes. I shouldn't be wearing Jason's toga. I should be wearing my armour. Celestial bronze and leather not cotton. It just feels so weird." I squirmed, my hands itching to tug the fabric off my body.

"It's just for today." Hazel sighed understandingly and squeezed my shoulder to comfort me.

"When's the ship landing?" I said.

"They should land soon." He peeked out the door to watch the hovering battleship "It's taking ages."

"Let's go." I lead them out and made my way to the field were the ship would be landing. I was sweating really badly again. I controlled my breathing. In…, out… In…, out…

The ship now hung about two stories above the ground. It continued to swoop in steadily.

"For god's sake do something. You're letting graceus heroes into our camp. Are you insane? Shoot them down." Octavian preached to an impassive Reyna. Reyna rolled her eyes.

"Psh, shut your trap Octavian or I'll shoot you down." thundered Gwen. She still suspects Octavian of being the person who killed her. She's alive now though…obviously.

I could see about seven human figures in Greek battle armour. Once again my skin itched to tear off the offensive purple robe. I took comfort in fiddling with the bead and leather necklace around my neck. The figures were stood at the front of the ship, the quarter deck. It really was a beautiful ship but I was more interested in its passengers.

"She's amazing." Hazel said. She was talking about the ship but I was busy staring into the grey, chaos filled eyes of the person I, for the last eight months could only dream about. She was wearing golden armour, to mark her rank I guess. Her curls hung long and loose over her left shoulder.

"She sure is." I smiled. And not breaking eye contact with Annabeth, I brought my hand to my chest and tapped it twice just above my heart before holding that same hand out to her as if to say 'It's still yours if you want it.'

Annabeth smiled and held her hand to her chest 'It always was."