Whose Ship is better?
I do not own HoO, PJO or Doctor Who. I only own the story.
Leo P.O.V.
Leo was distracted. He didn't know why. He just was. Maybe he was scared because of the fact that with Percy and Annabeth stuck in Tartarus, he was the only one who could sail his ship. Annabeth could sort of guide the Argo through the sky/ocean, and Percy might have been able to control the currents or something, but now they weren't here. Or maybe it was just anticipation of the journey ahead. No. That wasn't it. It was that strange feeling. He'd only just recognised it. Yes, that was it.
He was awoken from his thoughts by Jason's voice. "Leo, you okay?"
"Yeah. Just…distracted."
"Okay. Maybe just have a rest.' He replied, as he walked back down the stairs.
Leo thought that was quite a good idea, so he turned on the auto-pilot (something else only he knew how to operate) and went downstairs to the engine room. He knew that it was only 7:00, making this a very early bedtime, but even he had his limits and he knew it. He couldn't keep on working forever. He lay down newt to the engine, and drifted into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, he was woken by a strange wheezing groaning noise. At first, he was worried that there was something wrong with the engine, but he quickly realized that the noise was coming from the dining hall upstairs. Just as he rushed in, a strange blue box fully materialised. He'd seen some strange things, but he was still pretty certain that blue boxes weren't supposed to appear in his very blue box proof ship. Everyone else had also rushed to the sound.
"What is this box doing on my ship?" questioned Leo.
"Absolutely no idea," Replied the man who had just walked out of the box." Which ship is this, anyway?"
