Sorry I haven't been exactly posting these past two weeks, but don't blame my parents for dragging me on a stupid road trip with no computer access.

Annoyed at my parents. Hmm, good idea for a story. Anyway, I have a new story that I was working on my whole trip, and I decided that I'm going to combine it with this one!

YAY!

Thank you to AthenaKidd! She helped with the guy they sent to the Roman camp's new name (his old name was Clark, so I had to change it).

Oh, yeah, anonymous reviewer Sammy—you have yet to review my latest chapters!

Oh, I had this weird dream that everyone was talking about The Lost Hero, but everybody was putting the letter e before everything, like Ejason so totally likes Epiper. And Efestus was fixed by Eleo. BIZARREST DREAM I'VE EVER HAD!

So now, without further ado, LEO'S POV!

I didn't know Drew could kiss that well. She's so beautiful, she doesn't have to try.

I remember when Piper told me that Drew was a no good, stuck up—

She didn't finish the sentence.

I didn't let her.

I get up early, maybe five, five thirty-ish. No idea.

I wake the whole cabin up so we can go get an early start on Argo II. They don't appreciate that.

So now you know why I have a scar on my cheek that looks suspiciously like Nyssa scratched it with her talons—I mean nails.

The rest of them start working, and I go check on Festus in Bunker Nine. I usually do that. Hmm, maybe I can check my email while I'm at it. No, that would take too much time.

So I go into Bunker Nine, right?

What do you think I see standing right in front of me.

I bet you can't guess.

Guess.

Guess.

Guess.

See, I can get on your nerves.

It's Chiron.

Yes, I have a centaur in Bunker Nine…again. You think he'd get tired of that place.

But I see the look on his face and I know he has something he wants to tell me.

"Leo," he says, turning to me. "Leo?"

"Yeah, Chiron?" I say. I wonder what he's about to tell me.

"I…I have to talk to you."

My eyebrow goes up. Way to state the obvious, Chiron. "So…?"

"A quest."

"Sure, Chiron, I'd be glad to go—"

"No," he says, confusing me. "Not you. There has been a quest for several years now."

"Why are you telling me?" I ask.

"Because you are almost done with Argo II." That's true. I wonder what Chiron's on about.

He sighs. "We sent out some Greek demigods to the Roman camp two years ago."

What?

"They are there to see that Percy is safe there," he says. "If you could bring back the other four Romans (to make the seven, you know?) and along with them bring Kathryn Hart, Alex Daniels, and Annika Kent."

"Okay," I say. "Sure, Chiron."

I walk out, leaving Chiron and quite a bit of ignorance behind.

And then I go out to see how Argo II is coming along. It's almost finished. Nyssa, Jake, and Harley are busy pounding together the hull—the very front, the last part. I look up at the masts that were finished a week ago. I imagine it with Festus's head on it.

"Hey, Leo!" calls Harley. He's ten years old, but you could mistake him for my age, fifteen. "A little help?"

I pull a hammer out of my magic toolbelt and I help out. By the time everyone else is awake and over eating breakfast, we're finished.

I say the speech I've been saving since we began this monumental project. "Well done, guys. I'll admit we rushed it, we weren't supposed to be done until six months from today, but it looks great and sturdy. I know we won't have time for a test run, but…well…you guys did great. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Now, who wants to go down to breakfast? You've earned it."

All the hands in the crowd went up. When you've been awake from five to nine without eating, your stomach starts to growl as if it'll eat everything in sight. Not that your stomach has eyes…

And when we get to the dining pavilion, we make our announcement that the masthead ceremony will take place before lunch and then we'll FEAST! I grin as everyone applauds us, especially Piper and Jason, but then I notice that someone, someone important, is missing.

Where is Annabeth?