Reyna-

Down below deck Will sounds like he is sleeping in one of the three hammocks so I crawl into the one next to his incase Percy wants to get some rest. Doubtful but maybe. He isn't an idiot. Well sometimes, but not that incredibly stupid. I don't know though, I've never been in love, maybe he really can't sleep. Well, Jason. I couldn't sleep very well when he was missing but that wasn't love, not really. Right? I don't even know what it would feel like, but not like that; I don't think?

I don't even love Annabeth, well not like that type of love, and it's hard for me to deal with this. Like Percy said we are so similar we would either be best friends or worst enemies. When he told me that he laughed, remembering something Annabeth had told him about him and someone else. We were enemies kinda at first but then become very close. I trust her more than anyone. Except for Hylla.

If she were here she would know something to do, I thought I could just take her place but I'm not allowed. "I tried Annabeth, I really did, I'm so sorry." I mutter under my breath careful so Will can't hear me in his sleep. I don't have anything to live for. No one loves me. I'm just kind of there. I could close the portal, and if I die it wouldn't be as bad as losing Annabeth. Rome has Frank, they could replace me. I've had my adventures, I've lived well enough. She has so much ahead of her.

Out of nowhere tears are streaming down my face and I'm sobbing again. Stop it! I'm not a crier and here I am crying twice over the same thing. YOU'RE SO WEAK! I bet Annabeth hasn't cried, and she is the one who actually has to do this.

I sit up and burry my face in my hands. Calm down. Deep breath. Go through what's going to happen. Annabeth will get to the island tomorrow. We will beat her there. Help her get rid of the monsters on the island, and get in the portal. We'll protect her while she is in there, going through...Gods, I'm crying again.

There is a pair of arms wrapping around me. "It's going to be ok, Reyna." Its Will. His soft blond hair brushes against my cheek. It smells so good, like coconuts. Stop it, he is a Greek. You can't.

"Solace, get your arms off of me before I cut them off with my knife. I'm fine. Of course it's going to be ok." I snap at him. Luckily it's dark so he can't see my tears clearly, or so I thought.

He reaches his thumb up to my cheek and wipes a tear. His hand lingers on my face. I want to reach and grab it to hold it there. I want so badly to let him comfort me, to let him like me, but I can't. It wouldn't be right; I have a duty to my people.

His skin is just so soft. His skilled nimble fingers graze my ear. "Ok." He whispers. "Good night, Reyna." His hand is still on my face. "Ya know," He removes his hand gently he starts to say something before he stops himself, I can hear the hurt and compassion in his voice "never mind. You sleep well."

He curls back up in the hammock. "Thanks." I mutter softly, careful so he doesn't hear me this time. Nice Reyna, push away the guy who cares about you. Make him feel like crap. Real good leadership skills. Will tosses his shirt to the floor, below deck is a lot warmer then up there. I can't help but notice, for only about the millionth time, how smooth his skin is, how ripped he is.

Stop it! We may be allies and friends with the Greeks but that should be its extent. Jason has Piper. That's different; he is as much Greek as he is Roman now.

"Hey, Guys!" Percy yells down to us. "We're here." There is a racket up stairs, I hear riptide clash against something, and loud roar. "Hurry up!" Will grabs his breastplate and straps it to his bare chest. He slings his favorite quiver grabs his bow and climbs up stairs.

Up top he is fighting what look likes chimera, the night lighting is making it hard to see. The fire shooting lion-type-thing has singed Percy's clothes. Riptide isn't doing any damage. If it keeps up at this rate there won't be a ship left to sail home in. I draw my sword and charge in to help. Where is Will?! "HEY OVER HERE!" I yell to the chimera.

It swings its tail in my direction swiftly. It has the head of a snake! It almost strikes me and I duck out of the way just in time. The snake come back quickly though, I dodge and fend off its attacks. It's hard to make a strike that's actually worthwhile. The scales of the snake are so tough you have to strike with a lot of power to do any damage. It's hissing and lashing out at me when I smack its head aside with the side of my blade.

I hear a sharp whistle and look in the direction of the sound. WILL! He is up on the lookout deck setting up for a shot. "Get me a clean shot."

While I'm distracted the snake strikes me in the back of the leg. I cut its head off in a swift motion. "AHHH." Damn it Will! I cry out as I feel the poison entering my blood stream. It's like fire running through my body, the burst of pain forces me onto my knees. Sweat is poring from my forehead. When I stand my leg explodes and I stumble. I use my sword to regain my balance. It's just a bite, get over yourself. The boys need your help. Annabeth needs your help.

I raise my sword and slice the back of the monster's knee. When it turns to face me there is a quick volley of arrows that penetrate it's head and chest. It immediately bursts into gold dust that floats away in the cool ocean air.

I'm starting to fall over as my leg collapses, and my vision turns blurry. Before I hit the ground Will has caught me and eases me down slowly. "Perc, man grab my med kit! Hurry!" Percy returns with surprising quickness.

"Boys, I'm fine." I try to stand up and immediately collapse, no use. I'm too dizzy from the venom, and my leg is on fire -no way it could bear any weight. I need help, I know I do but I really hate needing it. I'd rather pretend I'm ok.

"No you're not. Just hold on. It'll only take a second to fix this. Perc, the ambrosia." Percy hands the small square to me and I reluctantly chew it. It tastes like the roman honey puffs Jason and I ate with our hot chocolate. "Nectar." I close my eyes knowing what's coming next. The first wetness of the liquid on my skin is cool on my fiery leg. Then the nectar kicks in.

I grit my teeth; I won't let either of these two see me writhe in pain. This is nothing like what Annabeth will go through. My blood and leg cool, and the worst of it is over but I'm a little out of it. Will picks me up and places us in the hammock below deck. "Rest up, tough girl."

"Whatever, Solace." I groan and the boys head up stairs to guard the ship from more monsters, and watch for Annabeth till morning. The exhaustion takes over and the world goes dark.