The crew members of the Argo were exactly what Alex and Desmond had pictured in their minds. For one, they acted like stereotypical pirates, shouting random gibberish, and drinking from mugs of wine.

Surprisingly, most of them seemed to be pretty reasonable guys. There were the sons of Boreads, Calais and Zetes. They were men who had small angel wings on their back which Alex assumed was not just for show.

There was also Orpheus, a famous musician and poet that carried a small harp with him wherever he went. It was a little bit awkward to stand around him because his entire personality screamed 'Gay!' To the two teens.

They didn't mind gay people, but this man just made them really... Uncomfortable. The way he looked at them didn't help to comfort them either.

After meeting most of the crew, they followed Atalanta down the ship to their new living quarters. Jason and Hercules left to go party, leaving Atalanta to show the, their room.

Surprisingly, the huntress didn't seem to mind, and she even felt relieved to find an excuse to get out of there.

"Guess you're not a party animal." Alex commented as he followed Atalanta down the steps.

Atalanta frowned. "I can't really deal with all that noise. It's too loud, and don't even get me started on their behavioral issues."

They couldn't really blame her with those valid points. The men upstairs were absolutely crazy when it came to partying. Having to deal with yelling, drinking, and crazy table games would make any normal person want to leave as soon as possible.

"How do you even deal with them?" Desmond asked.

"Jason was kind enough to let everyone know that I value my own personal space. As a huntress, I don't really follow anyone's orders except my own, or that of my patron goddess, Artemis."

"So you're a lone wolf." Alex summarized.

Atalanta nodded. "I've never really met with anyone who could be a suitable hunting partner. Besides, working with others is something i'm not really used to doing."

"You're not a people's person, are you?" Desmond asked.

"Not really." Atalanta admitted with a small sad smile. "When I was young, my father abandoned me in the mountains near Arcadia. I would have died alone if lady Artemis hadn't taken pity on me."

"Ouch..." Alex muttered. "Seems like lots of people here have parental issues."

"To be fair, it was my father who wanted to throw me away. He was the king of Arcadia, and wanted a son to be able to take over his throne when he passed on to Hades. My mother, however, pleaded with him to keep me. Sadly, he was too angry to honor her request. Ever since then, I've never been to Arcadia ever again."

"Do you think your father regrets what he did?" Desmond asked.

Atalanta shrugged. "I don't know. He's a very strict man, and I highly doubt he remembers me. For all I know, he probably erased me from his memory and is already having more kids in hope of siring a son. I'm probably just a long distant memory, now."

"Do you hate him for what he did to you?" Alex asked.

"Hate?" Atalanta echoed. "Hm... No, not really. To be honest, I personally don't care. If he hadn't left me on the mountain to die, I wouldn't have become who I was today. Although, I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit hurt by what he did."

"Oh... Well, sorry for asking." Alex muttered apologetically when he saw the expression on her face. He wasn't really used to dealing with women. Especially if they were vicious ones like Atalanta.

To his surprise, a tiny smiled formed at the corner of her lip. "I don't see what you should be sorry about. I'm not really troubled by my past, It's just something I've dealt with and moved on from."

"Ah... We're just a little bit worried about offending you." Desmond admitted. "Dealing with women is something me and Alex have absolutely no experience in. Forgive us if we were being a little bit rude to ask for such privy information."

"Like I said, it's not really anything special, and it's not something that would make me put an arrow through your head." Atalanta said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Besides, you two aren't exactly like most men. You haven't treated me differently just because I am a woman, and you're nothing like some of the pigs upstairs. To be honest, you're one of the few men who I'm able to actually talk to without facing some aggression."

"I'm guessing the men upstairs aren't really happy with you being here?" Alex asked.

"Yes. As men, it would be insulting to have a woman fight alongside them. To them, a woman was someone who stays home, looks after the kid, do chores, and make babies. A woman who can fight is such a strange concept, that most of the men would have rather kicked me off the ship instead of letting me stay. In the end, it was only jason's words that managed to convince the crew to let me join."

They remained silent after that. Atalanta may be a very tough woman with the heart of a tiger, but she was still like any other person deep down. Even if she may deny that she doesn't really mind her past, there were some buttons that really shouldn't be pushed. When dealing with women, that kind of advice should be taken to heart.

Atalanta stopped in front of a plain wooden door and pushed it open. Inside, the cabin was actually pretty decent. There wasn't much furniture inside other than two beds and a small lamp with a miniature flame sparking inside, illuminating the room.

"This is where you two will be staying. It's not fancy or anything, but it's still liveable." Atalanta said as she kicked the side of the nearest bed.

"This is perfect for us. Fancy rooms are a bit too much for me." Desmond said as he stared at the soft mattress in front of him. While he did like the rooms king Aeetes gave them, they were a little bit too fancy. It was odd for him, coming from a rather middle income family, to be handed something so expensive.

"I agree. We should have no problem living in such a space." Alex said. He turned to Atalanta and gave a small bow. "Thank you for being so generous."

Atalanta waved her hand. "It's only fair that I should repay your kindness." She raised her hand to her mouth and let out a small yawn that sounded like a purring cat. "I'm getting tired... Should you need help with anything, don't hesitate to call me. I sleep on the second floor, last room on the left."

"Good night, and thank you." Alex said. Atalanta nodded and vanished down the hallway, closing the door behind her. Alex sighed and flopped down on the bed. He didn't feel like going up and socializing with the others. Some of them were a little bit too unruly for him.

"...Don't want to go party?" Desmond asked with an amused smile. The sounds of Orpheus playing his harp upstairs reached their ears. While it shouldn't be possible with such a lowly harp, Orpheus had such talent with music that it was loud enough to travel two floors down.

Normally, any person would have called the melody enchanting, but Alex simply found it annoying. He had absolutely no taste when it came to this kind of music. He rather preferred the art of rapping than whatever was being played upstairs.

"...no." Alex replied with a tired expression.

Desmond just chuckled and laid down in the bed to rest. He would be spending most of his days at sea with a bunch of crazy men who liked to party. Considering his options, he should probably rest up as much as he can.


"What do you mean Alex and Desmond had to leave?" Absytrus whined to his father.

King Aeetes sighed. "They left to handle something of diplomatic importance, son. If all goes well, they should be back in the span of several months."

"B-but they didn't tell me about this!" Absyrtus pouted with a small amount of hurt. He had gotten attached to his two personal bodyguards, and would often be found fooling around with them in the castle's garden. Whatever the case was, he clearly looked up to them as role models.

"They had to leave quite suddenly, due to the importance of the mission. However, they did tell me to send you their regards." Aeetes said, trying to cheer the boy up. Luckily, it seemed to have worked a little bit, as he watched Absyrtus wipe his nose with his sleeve.

"At least they were decent enough to do that." Absyrtus muttered.

"Don't be such a downer, son. Besides, you still have Kuro, jin, and Luke to talk with.

"Kuro and Luke are fine, but sister seems to always be hogging Jin." Absyrtus pointed out. King Aeetes let out a small grin at that piece of information. His daughter seemed to have taken a likening to her bodyguard after he helped her perform some magecraft. Indeed, it was a little bit surprising to figure out that his newly hired bodyguards were magus's, but it seemed to fall favorably with his daughter.

Even some rumors had been spreading across town about the newly hired bodyguards. Especially, about the ones with Jin and Medea.

Ah... teenage years. The years where love and youth ran wild. It almost made him feel a little bit too old, for a 49 year old man.

"Perhaps I should start coming up with wedding plans." Aeetes wondered out loud, causing Absyrtus to sweat drop.

"Ah... Father, I don't think they actually have a thing going on between them. It's more like a master and student thing." Absyrtus said.

"Hm... give it a couple of years." Aeetes continued, obviously not giving up on his claim. "It reminds me on how I met your mother. She was just a maid, while I was the prince of this castle. Back then, she was absolutely beautiful! And the best part? She had eyes for me too! Although, every female did at the time. Ah... the fun things we did. I even remembered the time when I took her to my room, where I then proceeded to have-."

"Father!" Absyrtus interrupted before he could hear anything more. "While I do love your stories, I do not wish to hear about the times you and mother had... intercourse."

Aeetes frowned. "My boy, that is the first step to manhood!" Seeing that his son still didn't understand, he shook his head. "never mind. In the future, when you get older, you will understand."

"I... really hope I don't." Absyrtus muttered as he quickly left the throne room to escape hearing even more of his fathers stories. To be honest, his fathers strange stories always seemed to weird him out, no matter what kind of subject it was.

Perhaps it was because his father had a habit of embarrassing him in public?

He continued away from the throne room, and into the palace's garden. He was already missing Alex and Desmond, and he found that he really didn't know what he could do to keep himself occupied. He just strolled around the garden aimlessly, before a voice called out from behind him.

"Hey kid, why are you looking so down?"

Absyrtus turned around and was shocked to find jin sitting at a bench that was originally out of his view. But what caught his attention, was the fact that he wasn't wearing his usually black and red clouded robe. In fact, ever since they've gotten here, he had never seen one of them ever actually wear anything else.

The clothes he was wearing, however, were nothing he had ever seen before. Instead of the usual greek clothing, Jin seemed to be wearing clothes that actually covered him up, and make him look badass at the same time.

From the waist down, he wore some kind of dark legging that seemed to be made out of some mysterious fabric. From the waist up, he wore an equally strange white chest piece that seemed to fit well on him. It clung to him tightly, showing off a few outlines of muscle through the strange fabric.

"J-jin?" Absyrtus squeaked as he examined the teens clothing.

Jin raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"What are you wearing?"

Jin looked surprised at that question and looked down at himself. "Oh, these are my regular clothes. I've been wearing them every single day, you haven't noticed because I usually don't take off my robe very often."

Jin watched as Absyrtus continued to observe his wardrobe with interest. Really, it wasn't anything incredible. Back in his room, he was starting to feel very hot with wearing his cloak all day long, so he decided to use the Rinnegan to create some regular twenty-first century clothes for him.

The technique with which he was able to create the clothes with was called Creation of all things. A jutsu that the sage of six paths used to create many things. With it, he could breath life into an object, but the amount of chakra to do that would surely kill him.

It turns out the 'creation of all things' technique, varies in power depending on the object. If you wanted to create something such as clothes, water, or food, the chakra used to make it would be moderately low. However, say, you wanted an all powerful sword like Excalibur, the chakra needed to copy such a weapon would be absolutely enormous. Unlike projection, things created by the rinnegan are perfect copies, and won't fade away. Depending on how complex or powerful the item is, the more chakra would be needed to make a perfect copy. Since clothing and food aren't that complex, the chakra needed would be minor compared to making a sword.

If he wanted to even try and copy a holy sword, he would probably have to grow his chakra reserves for the next couple months to even replicate one. Usually, a ninja can only have a set amount of chakra before it stops getting bigger, but they had coded themselves to be able to increase their chakra reserves infinitely. As long as they continued to keep training, their chakra pools would just continue to get larger.

To be honest, he didn't really think about the consequences of new foods and clothing. It was clear to him that Absyrtus found his type of clothing strange and odd, but mysterious and cool at the same time. Perhaps he could make a living off of selling clothes...

"Where did you get these clothes?" Absyrtus asked.

Jin shrugged, faking stupidity. "I've always had them. A lesser known fact about me is that I actually know how to make clothing. I guess after a while, I've been experimenting on some designs I wanted to try out."

"But... These aren't like any kind of clothing I've ever seen." Absyrtus said as he continued to observe his clothing. "Usually, Hephaestus would be the first to invent something new. After that, humans just follow in his footsteps. As far as I know, no piece of clothing in Greece looks like that."

"Huh... I'm sure there is." Jin said with a nonchalant look. "If you want me to make some for you, I'm sure I could do that. Magic makes this kind of stuff easier, you know?" Hearing this, Absyrtus got a gleam in his eye. The same kind of gleam that business men got when they found an opening to rake in the big bucks.

"...Would you mind making some for me?" Absyrtus asked innocently. Jin raised an eyebrow at that, but shrugged.

"Sure, kid. I have a few designs that could look good on you." Jin said as he sized him up. "It's much easier to make smaller clothing, anyway. I'll have to get your size later so I don't mess up on the size."

"Cool! Thanks, jin!" Absyrtus exclaimed cheerfully. He'd have to see what other kind of clothings Jin could create. Depending on how they looked, they could go for a lot of money in the market. Who knows? It could become a world wide thing.

"No problem, kid." Jin said with a small smile. "Now, is there anything else you want to ask of me?"

Absyrtus was about to shake his head but he suddenly paused as he considered something. Jin was no doubt a very capable fighter, and must be well trained in the art of fighting others. He wanted to be a soldier in his father's army, but he still only knew the basics. Perhaps if he had another teacher...

He didn't even need to think about what his next words would be.

"Would you teach me how to fight?" Absyrtus asked with a surprisingly determined look on his face. Jin blinked twice at that request and frowned.

"You want me to teach you how to fight?" Jin asked, earning a nod in response. He sighed. "Kid, I'm not really sure about that. What would your father think if I handed you a pointy weapon?"

Absyrtus pouted. "Luke's the same age as me, and he gets to carry that pointy needle around!"

"Yeah... you do have a point there." Jin muttered. He gave Absyrtus a small look. "Alright, I guess I could teach you."

Absyrtus grinned and pumped his fist. "Alright! I won't disappoint you!"

Jin muttered something under his breath, but a small smile tugged at his lip as he stood up. "Come on, I'm supposed to meet with Medea at the the shrine of Hecate."

Absyrtus was too happy to even complain about going to some dusty shrine in the woods. Without even hesitating, He fell in line besides Jin as they began taking a lovely stroll through the woods in the backyard.


Up in the mountains, a woman in a plain white toga looked down upon the massive ship that was called, The argo. The woman was beautiful, but she had a certain air about her that would make her seem dangerous to any person who went near her.

Such feelings were completely normal. After all, she was Hera, the goddess of marriage and the wife of Lord Zeus himself.

She looked down upon the ship in thought, as she watched it pull away from the Colchis harbor. In truth, she and Athena (Who wanted the Fleece returned back to Thessaly), had been expecting more... resistance. They weren't expecting the king to just send two measly mortals to confront them.

At least, they thought they were measly, until one of them managed to contend one-on-one against Hercules. While she may not like that man, she can't deny that no other greek has ever managed to push him that far. Not even the obstacles he put in the way of his past labors ever hindered him that much.

"Hm... an interesting pair." Hera mused to herself. She didn't know who those two young men were, but it was obvious that they were powerful. However, there was even another thing that shocked her even more.

They weren't demigods.

She could sense it. Demigods, no matter how strong or weak they are, always exclude a certain scent that proves their heritage. Since Her husband was the father of Hercules, the oaf emitted a smell that smelled somewhat like electricity, or ozone before a storm.

They didn't have that kind of scent, which made it harder for her to believe. A man, with absolutely no divinity, was able to stand up to someone like Heracles?

Truly, a fine specimen. They have no godly parents, yet, they were able to contend with a son of Zeus. Just who were these men?

Originally, her first plan was to get Aphrodite to make Eros shoot an arrow at the queens heart when she laid her eyes on him, cursing her to fall in love, but it seems that won't be needed. These two young men just saved her a favor with the most insufferable of Goddesses.

She should keep a close eye on these two men in the future. It would be interesting to see their paths unfold.

She looked away from the boat and sighed as she leaned back against her golden throne. While she may not like many heroes, she would keep some close attention on those two. Who knows? She might even reward them with a small blessing if they entertain her.

Suddenly, she felt the presence of a similar being enter the vicinity. The queen of the gods turned around, and found a woman strolling up to her. While the woman didn't have the elegance and grace she had, she had a much more intimidating force around her that reminded Hera of a commander.

It was the goddess of wisdom: Athena. She had dark brown hair, and a pair of stormy grey eyes that seemed to be taking everything in and storing it in that brain of hers. She came to a stop in front of her, and gave a small bow.

"Good evening, I see you've been keeping eyes on the Argo." Athena commented.

"Hm... Yes." Hera muttered as if she had practice saying it. "Although you may not believe it, we've had an interesting change of events."

The goddess of wisdom raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

"Turns out, we don't have to follow through with our original plan with Aphrodite. The king has decided to give the fleece away without problem." Hera informed, causing the woman's storm grey eyes to have a hint of surprise.

"Really? I was expecting the king to be a bit more problematic." Athena muttered in dissapointment. Not because it didn't go to plan, but because she was wrong.

"That's not the interesting part." Hera said as she waved her hands, and the image of two men appeared in the form of mist. "These two men, are more than what they seem. Before they handed over the fleece, one of them dueled Heracles."

Athena frowned. "Dueled Heracles? He must be mad."

"Not as mad as you may think." Hera said with a small smirk. "Not only did her survive, he managed to fight equally against my husband's greatest son."

"He fought on equal ground?" Athena muttered with a surprised look.

"And as far as I could tell, none of them are demigods. They are simply regular mortals that have gained powers compared to that of a demigod."

"Hm... Interesting." Athena said with a small twinkle in her eyes. "I shall continue to monitor them. Perhaps I could gleam some information off of them."

Hera smiled and dissipated the mist. Today had been a very interesting day, but it had been a little bit boring. As a god, she needed something to do to keep her occupied, lest she go find something to relieve her which usually ends up badly.

She formed a golden challace with a strange golden liquid inside. The fluid contained magical energy, that made it seem to have a smell.

"Ambrosia?" Hera offered.

Athena stared at the cup and shrugged.

She could use a small drink about now.


Faster update. I've had nothing to do on the weekend, so I decided to pump out a chapter.

As you can see, two gods have finally taken notice of these two anomalies. Honestly, I can't tell if that would be a good or bad thing.

Perhaps bad, because you know what happens with gods get bored.

Anyway, it's getting late, and I need to retire for tonight.

Ill see you in the next chapter!

Baloshua, out!