Leo flipped his lid.
We were about a mile away from the volcano opening, when Leo started pressing every button, flipping every switch. "Calm down, Leo!" I shouted. Leo turned, his face full of stress, exhaustion, and fear. "What can I-"

"MOVE!" Coach Hedge plowed Leo to the side. He jerked up the helm, straightening out the ship. We might've been staying straight, but we were still falling faster than light. Leo looked confused and stunned. He got up and ran out of view. "What's going to happen?" I whispered to Annabeth. She was shaking. "Something bad." She whispered back. Coach Hedge slammed his fist down on a red button. He ran out of view. "Hedge! Man the helm!" I heard Leo's voice from somewhere. Hedge didn't go back to steering. Instead, he started scream for everyone to stay calm. "But we're all going to-"

Annabeth grabbed my arm before I could finish. "Take this!" She yelled over the choking sound of the engine. She slipped off her backpack and handed it to me. "What do I do with-"

"Where it!" Annabeth pleaded. My eyebrows lifted. "Why would I where a backpack when we're about to die?" I asked. Annabeth pointed a small string hanging from the side of the backpack. "Pull that when you're falling!" She yelled. "Falling? Who said that I'm going to be-"

Annabeth grabbed my arm and raced down the corridor. "Wait-why are we-" Annabeth stopped at a window. The window was as about ten feet tall, and two feet wide. Annabethh grabbed her dagger and smashed the glass. Cold air pounded my face. "Go!" She said and then smiled weakly. "Tell them about us, Piper. Tell everyone at camp about how we went out. Tell-" Suddenly, the Argo II dipped down, forcing us to fall on our faces. We clambered to our feet. "Tell them!" Annabeth thrust her hand to my back. I wobbled and fell from the Argo II window. "Annabeth!" I screamed, managing to twist myself midair and grab the edge of the window. "It's alright, Piper! The backpack is a parachu-"

I lost my grip and plummeted. I pulled the string from the backpack, and a big purple parachute popped from the pack. I was relieved at first, but then I saw the entire body of the Argo II plunge into the volcano. I heard screams from the ship as smoke and flames engulfed the ship. Tears streaked down my cheeks. Memories flashed through my head. Sobs filled the still air. I whimpered the names of all my friends that died only a few horrifying seconds ago. Soon, I landed on the ground. I laid on my side, bawling the names of the my loved ones. Mortals gathered around me. A girl, maybe thirteen, asked me if I was okay. I groaned. A man asked me if I needed an ambulance. I mumbled something even I didn't understand. Before I knew it, medics were carrying me into an ambulance, me still sobbing and moaning.

I was in the hospital when I stopped crying. I was laying in a bed, nurses and doctors checking my pulse and and looking for broken bones. After it was all done, the doctor came in. "Well, you're fine. No broken bones and your heartbeat seems normal. We're going to send you home. We'll set you with a taxi.

I got home, the taxi driver snapping at me the whole way. "Why are you crying?" He asked at the last stop. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes. The truth was, I stopped crying hours ago. Now, I was just faking it so I wouldn't have to pay the driver. I got dropped off at Jason's house, paying the driver more than I wanted to. I opened the door, and saw Jason. He was cleaning the kitchen counter, a wet sponge in his right hand, a glass cup full of red wine in the other. He saw the door open and looked my way. He gasped. He dropped the glass of wine, red liquid spreading across the hardwood floor. "Piper! Is it really you?" He sprinted up to me. "Yes, Jason. I'm-"

Jason kissed me before I could say anything.