Disclaimer: You know, it would be really cool if I owned the Percy Jackson series. Perhaps I'll try to steal it someday. But it is not this day! This day I do not own the Percy Jackson series! By all that you hold dear, I bid you-oh.
"Father."
"Punk."
Ares, god of war, was not in a good mood. Despite all his encouragement, his daughter had FAILED him. It had been Jackson that had rescued her from the Cyclops. Jackson who had fought Luke on the cruise ship. And Clarisse? What had she done but be rescued and then become a courier for his arch enemy? And now she had the nerve to contact him?
"Father I...I need a favour."
"Get lost."
"Father, it's for the camp! It's for Olympus!"
"The camp and Olympus aren't asking me."
"Father, please...I need another ship."
Ares laughed. No deal, loser. You had your chance.
"Father...I need a ship and a crew so I can destroy Luke. He's out there now. We have a chance to stop him!"
"No you don't. I sponsored you once and you failed. I'm not going to make that mistake again."
"Father, Imagine the glory you could have if it was our cabin that destroyed Luke?"
Ares considered this. "I suppose this would be a venture for the Ares cabin only?
Clarisse went silent. Then: "No, Father, Jackson-
"Jackson? You want me to provide you with a ship and a crew so my enemy can steal the glory again?
"Father, Jackson's help would be invaluable! We might not be able to do this without him!"
"No, Clarisse. I will provide you with a ship and a crew, another Confederate vessel. But the Ares cabin, and only the Ares cabin, will board this ship."
"Father, we can't exclude Jackson from this. It...it was his idea."
Ares sneered. "Then let's hope you can make up for in strength what you lack in brains. Or are you too cowardly to go without him?"
Clarisse straightened. "No, father. I will go, we'll blow Luke out of the water and we'll prove that Jackson is nothing. I will not fail you, Father."
Ares smiled. "Good." He drew his sword and slashed it across the face of his daughter and the image disintegrated.