Hey, peoples! Ally speaking. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to PABLOTHEBANKROBBER82, for his support to my author. She loves you all. And we've been talking; I'm gonna be less Mary-Sue-ish in the next few chapters. Well, that's what she says. Poor thing, she's not such a good writer, so don't be so harsh on her. And, since it's all about ME, I'm going to be awarding bonus points. You get 100 points for reading the story, you get 200 for reviewing, an extra 15 points for leaving a good review or helpful critiscim, (my poor author needs it) an extra 5 points for understanding stuff, AND 50 points for getting on the dedications thingy or on the List of Awesome People. (Pablo's in the lead with 365 points.) Toodles! GY Dear wondrous readers of mine! Here you see a mistake. (OR more) Ally doesn't have the best grades. Ally uses way too many parentheses. Ally doesn't know about starboard, port, the bow, and the masts. Why bother to learn if it just makes you feel sick ? Ally makes numerous mistakes. If she had perfect grammar,spelling etc., it would be unrealistic. I am not RR. (*me looking in the mirror)" Oh, God, NO!!! I have wrinkles!!! My hair is graying!!!! I'm OLD!!! And worse, I'm MALE!!!!!" No. I'm sorry. I'm not RR. (No offense meant to RR. Or to males. Boys can be pretty cool. And really smart,too. Intelligent, even. Trust me. I know 2 really cool super intelligent (genius,in my opinion) boys. Sometimes I can't even follow them. So, no offense) And I'm really sorry TP for stealing Aly . Even though I didn't mean to; I did it subconsciously. (And I really only stole her looks and name) And I'm sorry, 'cause I'm gonna be doing a lot of stealing in the near future.(you get bonus points if you know who I'm talking about) Oh, and by the way, when I say 'don't read this story' I mean 'don't read this story'. So either a) enjoy it,b) bear with me and continue being incredible, or c) stop reading.

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I woke up on a bed in the middle of a small room. I sat up once I noticed that my wrists were tied together. (Which wasn't very easy, considering that I could barely move my arms.) I studied the leather cord that kept my hands together. If it was any looser, I would be able to slip one hand out after the other. I tried. I'd love to say that it worked, but, see, it didn't.

"Fudge."

"So you're awake." I'd heard that voice before,I know I have, but where ?

I turned my head and looked behind me. It was the boy from last night. Suddenly I remembered everything. Luckily, my ankles weren't tied together. This was the kind of thing that I would have normally shook my head and sighed over. The kind of thing that I would have asked myself questions about,like, for instance, What kind of a kidnapper are you???

But not now. Now I was too angry. I swung my feet around and used my hands as a lever, or whatever (Hey, I fall asleep all the time in science) and pulled myself up. I was about to walk toward Freaky-Blond-Guy, when I felt the floor move beneath me, as if I were on a ship.

Oh, please God, no! I thought. Please don't let me be on a boat! Remember the last time I was on a boat? I puked up pizza that time. Right onto my mom's boss at that party. She was about to get a raise, I think. Needless to say, she didn't get the raise. I hate boats. More than I hate Creepy-Freaky-Blond-Guy, even. I ignored the nausea I got and moved towards him as quickly as possible without throwing up. I was about to let Mr. Right-Foot and Mr. Left-Foot give him a piece of my mind when something, or rather, two somethings, picked me up. Now I wasn't just angry, I was fuming. I opened my mouth. " You JERK! You rotten pig-faced uh, uh, thing! You-" A hairy, almost furry hand covered my mouth. I glared at Freaky-Blond-Guy. He merely looked bored and raised a hand. I was instantly risen about two feet. Mr. Hairy#1 and Mr Hairy#2 were really strong. I kicked at their legs. They didn't move. I marveled at their strength. If it were me, I would be holding onto my leg and hopping up and down. And crying like a baby. How often do they work out ? I wondered.

I'm so stupid. "'What kind of a kidnapper are you?'" I had asked myself. In my mind, I mimicked and berated myself. I would have done it out loud, but there was a brown-haired hand clamped over my mouth. Yeah, right. You let me get close, and then you have your followers grab me. That's cruel. None of the kidnappers in the movies ever do that. Then again, I thought, '' None of the kidnappers in the movies are nut-case cutthroats.'

I gulped. Please, God, don't let me die. I know I'm bad, I know that I'm mean, I know I'm inconsiderate, but if you let me live, I'll……. What would I do? I brooded over that. Well, the most I can promise at the moment is to brush my teeth twice a day and donate every other quarter to the March of Dimes. But that'll do, won't it? I hoped so.

WHOOSH. The boat rocked. The ocean. Oh, how I detest the ocean. Why 'detest' ? Because 'hate' is too weak a word.

Ugh. I would've liked to find a sink, or a toilet. Unfortunately, there was a hand clamped over my mouth and I was dangling in midair.

There are ways to get rid of a hand over your mouth.

1. Lick the hand. I know it sounds gross, but the person holding your mouth shut thinks

so too.

2. Bite the hand. It hurts, or at least tickles the person with the hand over your mouth.

3. Pretend to suffocate. Note: this only works if the person doesn't want you to die.

4. Kick the person or hurt him or her in some way.

I wasn't about to do Number one or Number two. I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy. Number four didn't work. Mr. Hairy#1 and #2 must have armor on under those jeans. And I didn't know if Freaky-Blond-Guy wanted me to die or not.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. My stomach was rolling. It was as if the ocean was inside me, with all its waves and tides and stuff. To me, that isn't a good thing. I must have been turning green or something, because Creepy-Blond-Guy said

"Agrius, Oreius, let her go.'' They did what he said almost immediately. He turned to me. ''There's a sink in the corner. Go and puke to your hearts content." His lips curled upwards in a sly smile. I glared at him and ran to the sink. I...well, I don't think you really want to know.

I shuddered, rinsed my mouth out, and wiped my mouth off on the roll of paper towels by the sink. I lingered by the sink for a while enjoying my freedom as Agrius and Oreius talked with Creepy-Blond-Guy. Suddenly I noticed that they were talking about me. I only heard snatches of the conversation, but it was enough to know that something wasn't right. Gee, you're smart, Ally. You've been kidnapped and you're sitting in a room with two men who resemble grizzly bears more than they do humans, and you're beginning to think that something isn't right. I thought furiously. Congratulations, you've used your brain for the first time! Or you're officially off your rocker and you're seeing things. For some odd reason, the latter sounds more reasonable.

"'...stubborn thing, isn't she?"

" You think we can convince her?"

"She was clearly running away." This was Creepy-Blond-Guy. He has a voice that sounds like a mean man whispering, and you'd rather hear him scream. It'd be much more natural. "There were tears streaking down her face; I'm surprised she was able to steer. But, yes, of course we can convince her." "He thinks so," a deep voice rumbled. He didn't seem to believe Freaky-Blond-Guy. Good for him. He's smart. Smart not to believe such an idiot.

I gulped. Hoping I wouldn't throw up again, I walked towards Creepy-Blond-Guy.

"Okay, what exactly is going on here?" I asked. Then I winced. I sounded like my mother. That's never a good thing.

"You don't know anything, do you?" Creepy-Blond-Guy asked wonderingly. I clenched my fists and bit on my teeth. Stay calm, Ally.

"Hehe. He. He." Agrius- or was it Oreius? was laughing. "Oreius, you owe me ten drachmas. I told you she didn't know."

Creepy-Blond -Guy continued. "Okay, look, kid. The greek gods are real. So are the titans. Face it kid, the gods are using you."

"And you are, too." I said. "You're just so polite as to tell me straight out."

"Exactly." He smirked. I've never seen such an ugly smile.

"Jerk."

His smile faded. "Oreius, Agrius, we're leaving." He turned to me. " You're free to move about the ship until you change your mind. You'll be able to move about the ship at all times then. But if you try to leave…." He made a line across his throat. I gulped.

They left.

I looked out the window. Porthole, I reminded myself. Just thinking about being on a ship made me feel sick; actually being on one was much worse.

Outside, a winged horse, a pegasus, flew. You would think that I would be shocked or something, but considering what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, I wasn't. I smiled.