Leo slumped sleepily against the command module of the Argo II. He sat up immediately and tried to shake his drowsiness off. His friends did not need the only person who even remotely knew how to control the battleship to fall asleep and lead them off course.

But then again, he could always put the ship on auto-pilot and take a quick nap...

No. Leo sat up straighter. He reached out and pushed a button labeled as 'Hot Chocolate' and waited a moment. A little ding could be heard, and Leo reached out to grab his styrofoam cup. He took a long sip, and began to pace the command room. When he drained the cup, he tossed it into the trash can. Buford the walking table came hobbling over to Leo, little puffs of smoke coming out of the vent on his sides.

"Hey, buddy," Leo yawned. He pulled out the Lemon Pledge with extra moisturizing formula (Leo had left the Windex at Camp Half-Blood) and began to polish the already gleaming mahogany tabletop.

"Leo, man, you need some sleep," a very drowsy Percy Jackson said, appearing in the doorway.

"Sleep is for the weak, Jackson," Leo said. Percy rolled his eyes.

"Sleep is for the smart people who don't want to look like zombies in the morning, Valdez," Percy replied.

"I'm not tired."

"Will you please go to bed? Nico was woken up by Buford and now he's all grumpy and now I can't sleep."

"Fine," Leo said, and pressed a blue button that sent the ship into auto-pilot. "I'm going to bed, are you happy?"

"Yes. Now Nico can shut up. He's such a drama queen..." Percy walked back to the cabin he was temporarily sharing with Nico in trance like walk, until he fell into his bed and went to sleep immediately.

Leo patted Buford on his table top and walked back to his cabin. Buford followed his owner into his cabin. Leo climbed into bed, pulled the duvet over his head and fell almost immediately fell asleep.

Meanwhile, a few cabins over, Nico di Angelo was lying on his bed scowling at the ceiling. He had been awoken by the sound of Leo's walking table's feet clomping across the floor. Then Percy went to tell Leo to shut up and then he came back and nearly fell asleep on the floor. Coach Hedge started yelling profanities to an imaginary giant chipmunk. Nico seriously hoped the giant chipmunk was just apart of Coach Hedge's dreams.

After about 20 minutes of trying, and failing, to fall back asleep, Nico stormed out of his cabin. He debated on wether he should go to the stables, but decided not to since A) Blackjack didn't like him very much, and B) it smelled really bad in there. He just decided to wander around until morning.

Eventually Nico ended up outside of the control room. Against his better judgement, he gingerly pushed open the door and walked in.

The first thing Nico thought when he walked into the room was This is so cool. It had monster sonars all across the room that occasionally would give off an a low beep sound. A wooden pirate-themed steering wheel stood in the middle of the room, it was mostly for decoration, but was still fully functional. Leo's tool belt hung from the back of his chair that sat in front of a giant control panel. Nico leaned over Leo's chair and looked at the panel. It was full of buttons, some blue, some red, some green, some blinking; every type of button you could imagine. A closed door with a port hole window led out to the front of the ship and Nico could see the head of Festus watching for any suspicious activity in the sky.

As Nico passed by the panel, he caught a glimpse of himself in a piece of metal. He saw a pimple on the end of his nose and placed his elbows on the panel while he leaned forwards slightly to get a better look.

"Stupid puberty," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly at the end.

Nico tapped the acne that had sprouted on his nose angrily. He leaned forwards even more, and his elbow slipped from underneath him, hitting a red button.

Nico swore and quickly pulled his elbow off. Suddenly a loud, siren-like noise filled the cabin. An eerie blue light bathed the cabin, causing Nico to look even more pale than he was. Suddenly the ship shot forwards, causing Nico's to fall to the ground. The wooden floor was the last thing he saw until the world was swallowed by black.

I would just like to say that I have not intensively edited this story (I'm going to edit it when I've finished it) and please forgive me for any grammatical errors and spelling errors. Thank you for putting up with my craziness, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!