Hey guys! I know, I know, I'm a horrible updater. But I've been busy moving, so I have a legitimate excuse. It's lame, but it's true.

Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

HoO

The ship was rocking. Piper was gripping his hand, and glancing around nervously. Her hair had come out of it's braids, and was flying in front of her eyes.

He watched as a box of syringes fell out of one of the cabinets lining the walls of the new sick room. The walls were lined with them, and most of them were flapping open in sync with the surging of the ship.

Piper jumped up and picked up the box before it could spill everywhere. She gripped the counter with one hand as she shoved all of the cabinets contents back in before grabbing some locks out of a drawer and locking every single one of them. She gasped when a package of surgical scalpels fell out and quickly shoved it back in before locking that cabinet frantically.

"Why didn't someone label these things?" she mumbled, "Then I could lock the ones with designated weapons before the ones with scrubs…"

Jason smiled. His eyes drifted closed again and he noticed his head wasn't pounding as hard as before. It was there, but duller. More manageable.

The ship lurched again, and Jason sat up, clutching the bed's frame to keep himself from sliding off of it.

Piper turned around, locked the final cabinet and ran over wordlessly and kissed him. It was a quick kiss, but it still made Jason blush. She pulled back and smiled before wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. It sent a wave of pain through his aching neck, but he didn't care. He kept one hand firmly clamped over the bed's railing, but wrapped the free one around her waist.

"Jason, don't do that to me again," she whispered as the ship tilted again and thunder clapped suddenly. It was so close and loud, Jason jumped. The rain was pounding hard enough that it must have muffled some of the previous thunder. There weren't any windows in this part of the ship, but Jason could bet that lightning was flashing nearby. Suddenly someone screamed. Piper jumped up and Jason felt his back go rigid.

"What's going on?" he asked. His skin had only been a little bit paler then usual a few seconds ago, but now it was the shade of Elmer's glue.

"Some sort of wind spirits attacked only an hour after you passed out. I volunteered to stay with you," she mumbled. Like she hoped he wouldn't do exactly what he was about to.

He stumbled to his feet. "Piper, I need to help them." His knees were shaky, but he could walk.

Piper pulled his arm across her shoulders before rolling her eyes. "Why do you always have to be a hero?"

He grinned despite the battle going on above them. "I'm a son of Jupiter. It's what we Romans do."

HoO

The spirits were winning. They were rouge sylphs, dark and evil, with black glowing eyes. Their bodies were made of churning smoke and dirt. Jason watched as Percy stabbed one and it disappeared with a high pitched scream. But five more quickly attacked and Percy's victiory was short lived.

Annabeth was holding starboard, her dagger glinting as she slashed at the four sylphs surrounding her. Frank was at the helm, in snake form, jumping through the sylphs torsos, killing them on the spot. Hazel was defending port, her normally curly hair, plastered to her head from the rain so that to someone who hadn't known for a while, she would be unrecognizable.

Leo was below deck somewhere, trying to steady the rocking vessel. Piper opened the door fully and Jason cringed at the scene in front of him. He should have been up here fighting, not napping in the sick room.

A spirit spotted him and launched itself at him. Piper jumped in front of him and stabbed it with her dagger before shutting the door again.

Jason grabbed his Gladius from his room before meeting Piper back by the door.

"Are you sure you can fight right now?" she whispered as something slammed into the door. They both winced before Jason nodded and wordlessly shouldered the door open and stepped into the storm.

The rain was so thick that he could barely see more than a few feet in front of him, he had to blink rapidly to keep the water out of his eyes. The wind was roaring, he was shocked that the others were fighting so well. The rain and wind alone were unnerving him.

A flash of lightning lit up the night sky only about a half mile away. Thunder was constant, like a grumbling stomach. Jason's clothes were soaked through, he clenched his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.

He needed to make himself known, the wind was his element, and these creatures seemed to just come back a few seconds after they were destroyed. They also seemed to play possum, play dead and just show up somewhere else.

Jason caught one of the slower drafts and surfed it up to the look out. He needed to catch the attention of the spirits.

He raised his hands so they were level with his shoulders and dropped his Gladius at his feet, summoned the storm toward him. He knew it was risky, bringing more of the roiling clouds toward the ship, but he had to get the storms to fight him, he had to figure out how to actually kill them.

He felt his already used energy sapping from his body as the thunder grew louder and the rain grew heavier. The winds sped up and the lightning got closer. He almost lost focus when he thought about the fact that he was practically a human lightning rod. But he almost laughed out loud, he was a human lightning rod. He'd channeled lightning before.

His head was pounding again, but he couldn't stop, not until the sylphs noticed the storm.

He opened his eyes and watched as one of them looked directly at him, and emitted a low hiss, like when you pop a hole in an air mattress.

Suddenly they were all bee lining for him. He released his power over the storm, and the large chunk he had collected directly above him stayed.

The ship rocked violently, and Jason almost dropped his sword. He stood up straight again, and launched himself at the nearest sylph. His sword sent it screaming, but he watched as it just reformed itself a few feet away. They weren't dying. Just reforming.

Suddenly their real purpose struck him. Just like the lightning he saw from his peripheral vision, it was too close.

"It's a distraction!" He screamed. He watched in horror as the ship tilted far enough for him to see the cause.

There were hundreds of sylphs, physically formed ones, unlike the airy ones he was fighting now. And they were rocking the ship. They were trying to capsize the ship.

Jason dove off the top of the mast, his sword in front of him, and passed through multiple sylphs, their dark winds making him shiver, before catching a current and riding it the rest of the way to the bottom of the ship.

He drove his sword into one of the sylph's chests and watched with satisfaction as it disappeared into the wind, but actually remained disintegrated this time. He smiled and slashed and diced at the large group of sylphs, watching with glee as they disappeared.

But suddenly he felt something intangible plunge into his back. His energy went down dramatically and he struggled to focus as he felt the sylph pull its hand out of his back and come around to the front of him so he could see its face.

"One son of Jupiter isn't enough to defeat me, let alone my army," It hissed. Jason noticed it was larger than the rest of the sylphs he had fought, and that instead of dull black eyes, this ones were bright red, like Rudolph's nose on steroids.

He gasped as the sylph stuck its hand in his chest again, it felt like it was gripping his heart and stopping his blood from flowing, like it wanted him to freeze from the inside out.

But just as suddenly, the edge of a sword spouted from the front of the sylph's torso. It hissed as it disintegrated, like it was swearing under its breath.

Percy smiled from where the sylph had just been. Jason hadn't realized how low they were flying, Percy was standing on a giant water funnel. "Just because you look like a blond superman, doesn't mean you have to act like one."

Jason smiled and rubbed where the sylph's hand had just been. He could feel the adrenaline pouring through his veins.

They slashed through the sylphs quickly, back to back, and Jason had never been more grateful for the fact that the water was below them.

The ship had stopped rocking, and the last of the sylphs disappeared. They just disappeared in wind currents. Jason hoped they were giving up, not going for reinforcements.

Percy sat down on his water funnel and ran a hand through his soaked hair. "That wasn't what I'd expected to happen tonight."

The storm was clearing quickly, and Jason noticed something that had been hidden before.

The storm clouds weren't just disappearing, they were retreating into the volcano on the little island they had spotted earlier that day.

The island was where all the sylphs and the storm had come from.

"Well, it looks like that wasn't all we didn't expect," Jason pointed toward the island and when Percy saw it, he fell flat on his back.

Percy mumbled, "Who's ready for an island tour?"

HoO

So... not too shabby? Please give me your honest opinion, I'll try to update it ASAP.

Thanks so much for reading!

~Ann