Captain Daunus led us to his cabin on the Princess Andromeda. It wasn't a pretty sight to see; bones everywhere, and the drawings of previous captains on the Andromeda, who weren't undead. Annabeth and I started to talk, and I could tell she was really sad.

"Why, Percy? Why us? Why this age?" Annabeth buried her face in her hands. Boy, I hated to see girls cry. We were sitting on a couch that didn't have pillows. It was wooden, and it seemed it was about to break.

"It's ok Annabeth," I said, putting my arm around her. She was still wearing the same white sweater and jean shorts. I began rubbing her back, then I touched her neck. It was ice cold, and I hoped she didn't have a cold.

"You need a hot bath." I commented.

"You think there are bathtubs here, Percy?" she said, face still in her hands. I caught a sound of laughter.

"I can get you hot water, from the sea. You just need to make a bathtub. You are an architect, right?" I teased, trying to make a positive aura around the room.

"Shut up, Percy." She finally let go of her face. She was smiling lightly. She wiped the tears off her eyes and looked at me. "Fine. Let's do it then. What about some clothes?"

"Don't worry. I'll dry-clean your clothes while you're taking the bath. Just start making a bathtub." I stood up, ready to touch the familiar seas again. I just had to talk to the captain for a bit.

"Captain Daunus. How is the trip going?" I walked all the way to the stem of the ship, while Daunus' office was at the stern.

"Very good, sir. We are moving at twenty five knots per hour." Daunus' informed. "We shall reach Greece in about two weeks at this speed."

"We will have to increase the speed of the ship, then, Captain." I looked forward, at the waters ahead. "After I fetch some water for my friend. She is to have all the supplies she needs for building a bathtub."

"Very well, sir. I will slow down so you can keep up." Daunus said. "Be careful. Just say 'left' and we shall come back to you."

"Thanks, Captain." I walked away to the middle of the ship, and jumped out into the sea, diving professionally. I have to be really wet. I dove deep down into the waters at a fast speed, and collected the water with my speed, and dove back upwards, to land in the middle of the ship; where I originally started. I was dripping water, but it instantly dried when it touched the deck floor.

I arrived at the Captain's cabin and saw Annabeth sitting on the wooden couch. "Are you done?" I asked.

"Yeah! You finally came!" she said, rolling her eyes. She opened a door behind the Captain's desk, and I followed. The small room had a bathtub, with a curtain around it. Beside the bathtub was a coat stand.

"Fill the bathtub, then! I hope it's hot!" Annabeth said.

I opened the curtains to see an expertly made, shiny bathtub. I finally released all the water that came from my speeding underwater. It was no longer salty. I then touched it, told it to heat up, and it did, until steam started appearing.

"Thanks. I'll leave my clothes on the coat stand. What about shampoo and stuff?" Annabeth asked, opening the curtain and looking at the hot water.

"It's all in the water. Just make sure you sit in it for a good while until you feel better." I said, patting her on the back. "Don't worry about your clothes."

"Thanks, Percy." She hugged me again. It was starting to get satisfying.

I left the room and closed the door. I decided to rest my head for a few minutes. I spread my stiff legs on the wooden couch and laid my head. I didn't notice how uncomfortable it was. After a few 

minutes passed, I fetched Annabeth's clothes (yowzers!) and jumped in the sea again. All the blood stains disappeared, and they were as good as new. I placed them back on her clothes stand. I then closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

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"Percy! Wake up!" I found Annabeth slapping my face gently. She looked vibrant and jumpy, unlike before. She was wearing the same clothes, the ones that I drycleaned.

"Hah, Annabeth. How was the bath?" I asked, hoping it was just fine.

"It was great. Now get up!" she slapped me again, a bit harder this time. As I stood up I got a whiff of her smell.

"You smell good." I smiled.

Annabeth blushed, but then quickly got serious again. "Thanks, Percy. Let's talk to Daunus. We have to move faster."

"Ok. Let's go." Annabeth and I walked out of the cabin. We made it to where Daunus was, and I told him to speed up the ship.

"As fast as you can, Captain. Time is against us." Annabeth said, taking command, which I didn't mind at all. She was the strategist around here. I was the tactician. Big difference between the two words and the two people.

"I daresay it is, milady. I have waited for Time to strike for centuries. Now that it did, I fear the worst." Daunus' voice appeared fearful, which I never thought would.

"How fast can you go?" I asked.

"As fast as a racing car, sir. A hundred and eighty knots per hour. It will force both of you- wielder of the Golden Sword and the daughter of Athena- to stay off the deck." Daunus answered, his empty eyes staring at mine.

"That will not be a problem, Captain." Annabeth informed. "Do it now."

"Yes, milady." Daunus replied immediately. "One hundred and eighty!" he roared.

Annabeth and I returned to the cabin, and asked me to calculate how long it would take us to reach the seas of Greece.

"You're asking me? You're the smart one here." I laughed humorlessly.

"You're the son of a sea god, Percy." Annabeth rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh, I forgot about that. Hah, that would be…" I started thinking unconsciously. "Three days and a half."

"That's good." Annabeth sat down on the wooden couch again. She took off her jacket, wearing a red Camp Half-Blood shirt underneath.

"How'd you like the water? Was it hot enough?" I sat down beside her.

"Yeah." She giggled. "I'm still as hot as you made it." She touched my cheek with her right hand. It felt really warm. And it felt good.

"So?" she prompted. "Do you feel it?"

"Yeah." I smiled wide, happy that my teeth were as straight as hers now, and as white, and that she was touching my cheek.

"I miss them." Annabeth stared into my eyes, hand still on my cheek.

"The campers?" the smile vanished off my face.

"Yeah. Good thing I didn't lose you." She smiled warmly.

"Good thing I didn't lose you." I corrected. "What would I have done?"

"Looked for me and tried to bring me back to life?" Annabeth guessed.

"I guess. There would be nothing else to do." she giggled when I said that. "Did you take my sword from me?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just looking at it." She took it out from her shorts pocket and handed it to me.

"Thanks. You could've just asked." I said, taking the handle.

"It has a strange power. But it won't help us raise all the undead." She took her hand off my cheek.

"So we need another thing? What is it?" I questioned, getting serious.

"I don't know. Daunus knows, but I don't think he'll tell us until we ever face the difficulty. We haven't arrived at Greece yet." Annabeth analyzed the situation. "We have to go to the Underworld to raise the dead."

"So Hades is still there?" I asked hopefully.

"No. Kronos would have probably seen to this artifact to raise the dead, and would've swarmed the Underworld with his soldiers and minions." Annabeth explained. "It would be lost if we just go in. We have to have some kind of strategy of getting in, getting the artifact, getting out."

"Maybe the sword will help. Chrysaur, is what Daunus calls it. What does it actually mean?" I inquired.

"It literally means, 'golden sword'. It's also the name of a son of Poseidon, you're half brother." Annabeth said, and I was impressed by her history knowledge. "We should keep it from any strange person."

"Yeah. I can feel a really bumpy road ahead on this ship, Annabeth. Bumpy, not as in, a roller coaster, but bumpy, as in, a dangerous ride. The ocean stirs. Something, or someone, is back." I said, shivering at the thought.

"It wouldn't be a surprise." Annabeth replied. "And let's hope that they are surprised when we arrive."