Ok so I apologize for not being the most proficient with updating so thanks for all those who have bore with me this far and no I have not read House of Hades so sorry if info is wrong. Oh and excuse my horrible grammar and writing since I did not write this all in one sitting.
Mission Impossible 2: Finding Gaea's lair. I've been stuck on this ship with the Perfect Seven for the last three months, on the run from basically everything because I finally managed the jail break after like 3 hours, and what's worse is that we still haven't hugged it out yet. Well good news, my fatal flaw is no longer blind loyalty. Now it's holding a grudge. But it's their fault. They ditched me. And I do not sound like a kid okay?
I whipped around drawing my sword, sensing someone behind me. It was Nico.
"Damn it Nico," I grumbled. I'm pretty sure he's the only I don't hate on this ship. "You want to go visit your Dad this way?"
"You wouldn't chop my head off" he answered, shrugging. I had no idea what the hell happened to that sullen kid, trust me. Although, it seems like he's only nice to me… Oh well maybe it's cuz he was the only one who bothered to look for me.
Well except for Thalia. Speaking of the devil. Thalia walked out stretching leisurely.
"Morning" she yawned. It was one in the afternoon. Nico told her and got a cuff 'round the head for his troubles.
We had ran into the Hunters while stopping on an island where we were told by semi-reliable sources that Gaea had troops quartered at. Apparently the Hunters got the same tip, and we teamed up. And by that I mean Thalia came with us and the others Hunters ditched because they still couldn't stand boys.
Thalia stopped in mid-yawn, looking between us. "Am I interrupting anything? Cuz I can go back inside if you two wanna…"
Nico turned bright red. Why, I don't know. I mean, what's wrong with a small conversation? Thalia smirked. She was still the same as ever, but I think her sense of humor got worse, and her obsession over Green Day grew.
Thalia abruptly changed the subject. "So when do we get to Rome?" she asked.
"Well right now we're in the Atlantic at exactly [AN: now this is a bunch of random BS cuz I don't have a world map and google doesn't have coordinates in the Atlantic] 20oN and 50 oW and we're going at 20 knots. Oh and we actually got out of the Bermuda alive and not in some random place," I answered.
Of course Mr. Perfection Embodied *cough* Jason *cough* decided to come out onto the deck his arm around Piper. "How much longer do we have to be on this ship?" he asked. "I feel slightly uncomfortable." It was probably because he wasn't in his domain.
Nico was apparently thinking along the same lines. "Well this isn't Hades and I enjoy it. And Thalia seems fine."
Jason scowled, not enjoying being made fun of, especially after he had such a gigantic heroes reception for defeating Gaea the first time and all that blah-blah.
I couldn't help but feel offended. Jason didn't seem to like sailing, especially not from New York where the entrance to the Underworld (and in extension, the Pit) was all the way to Rome, and Hazel had gotten sea-sick a few times already. There were quite a few storms while we were sailing through the Sea of Monsters or the Bremuda Triangle, and it took a lot of my energy to keep the ship from capsizing or going off course and ending up on the coast of Russia or Greenland. I'll admit that I was a bit cranky the last few days, but it is essential that we et to Rome soon and it's very taxing to go at this speed. And there's Annabeth and Jason to contend with.
I realized that we were going a few degrees off course while Nico and I were making fun of out cousin. I quickly righted out course with a mental poof-magical-power. And yet, while we were sailing, I couldn't help but feel an insistent tug at my mind. I was too tired to realize what it was until we practically ran into a ghost ship half an hour later.
I will try to update next chapter ASAP and by that I mean within the weekend and not 3 months…
