Maybe happy new year? I DON'T KNOW! Anyway. Yes, The Sea of Monsters had been done quickly, as it's the last chapter that really is in this book's plot, but if you remember, that book was one of the shortest we ever had, so I expect to be able to put at least one more chapter by plot in the next ones. Anyway, enjoy!

It took Percy a long time to stop laughing, but when he did, their destination wasn't far. They had to defeat Polyphemus, and take the Fleece. Once they were near enough of the island, Percy launched ropes to keep the ship near, and get down with his friends. The grass around them was one of the neatest they ever saw.

On one tree was simply hanging the Fleece.

They took some minutes to plan.

"And I go invisible, take the Fleece and run, when you make the boat leave."

"Er… Annabeth? Good strat, but he is basically blind, so… better make it something he can't smell that something he can't see.", said Percy, with a nod of Grover.

"What if we send PJ as a distraction with his super scent, while we get the Fleece to ourselves".

"It might work", said Percy as Annabeth eye-widened.

"You're not going to fight Polyphemus in one v one, right?"

"I will", said Percy.

Then, before anybody could stop him, he started running.

"Does he know that these sheep eat flesh? "asked Grover as Annabeth's skin went a little paler.

Percy was running like a demon, dodging every hit the monsters made. He spent more of this time in air than touching ground, and to newbies he seemed to kill himself. But soon, he had attracted all of the livestock around the Fleece far from it.

He then ran faster at Polyphemus' entrance, and managed to wake the monster up.

During this time, Annabeth was slowly approaching the Fleece's tree, and finally… took it!

She then ran in direction of the beach, and propelled the fleece on the ship, were it was caught by Grover… before Queen Anne's revenge exploded, launching Grover, still holding the Fleece on the beach.

Not so far was Clarisse, on her boat, holding a field-glass.

"Hey duchebags, you wanted to steal my quest?"

Then a rock flew. It didn't land far from Ares' daughter's boat, with an enormous splash. The warship swayed.

On the island, everybody could see the central mountain, the home of Polyphemus crushing something.

"Well", began Percy, "since you don't welcome new people, but you eat them… Olympus isn't watching in here, right?"

The cyclops hit not far away of Percy, and then propelled his door that went flying in the sea.

"No, bad Polyphemus!", said Percy, as earth power activated.

He had a complete mountain to help him, right? Well, unless at this height it was called a hill, but still. He had some power not far.

And he didn't need Skià this time. Polyphemus cave went flying right into him, and every rock went crushing the cyclops, that gave his last breath to murmur a malediction.

Then, under all that stone, something blew up in golden dust. The bane of Ulysses' crew was no more. Well, except Poseidon killed a bunch of them too… that doesn't matter.

What did matter, was that the panting Percy saw his ship blown up. Far away he could see another one, made of steel. He didn't need his powers to know what demigod was on it.

"Clariisse!"

He then took a canon bullet.

When Annabeth saw PJ, the first thing she noticed were the light in his eyes. Burning with rage.

He shouted something, but the wind took the meaning for itself. A canon exploded, and a bullet hit PJ. And the bullet exploded.

Clarisse then took her time to approach carefully the beach. She made Annabeth and Grover come onboard. When the ship's engine started, it didn't go forward.

Nor backward. All the campers, and most of the skeletons watched the water becoming here flames, here shadows, here nothingness. Gravity lost meaning, at first. Then logic.

The skeletons became purple, and lost any kind of form. They were just dark purple slimes, barely human looking. The ship began to float on air, and a being was on it. It looked as Skià, but…

The burning shadow looked more like a monster than a human. Well, it always did, but now it was more than usual.

Obsidian appeared, and began to circle the warship. When it was all around the ship, it lit up in a dark purple light.

Annabeth gasped as Skià said "Where is he?"

Clarisse moved backward. No, her father wasn't a crybaby. He just saw true rage, and power far beyond what hell could manage to give.

Olympus lost contact.

Tartarus gained it. For five minutes, the pit was on earth, in the east of the USA, not far from where PJ had died.

For five minutes, Chronos lost all his powers, and Hades' went superior to any god in the council Even Zeus.

For five minutes, Zeus' lightning bolt became useless. So did Poseidon's trident.

When Annabeth touched the stone, green light began to radiate from it. Shadows began to look at her. They circled her, and when they were just at a few inches…

Everything stopped.

The warships engine was dead, but sea made them go to Miami. It was as if a stream appeared out f nowhere to push them.

PJ was nowhere to be seen. Annabeth gave Clarisse some money.

"What are you doing?" asked the afraid fearless warrior.

"That should be enough for you to take a flight to New York. Without PJ around, defenses are going to be once more down, and you must fulfil the prophecy."

Grover nodded, so Clarisse took the money and let a simple "thanks".

She then asked a taxi to send her to the airport, and both Grover and Annabeth sat on the sand of the beach where the CSS Birmingham did stop. Mortals were coming to see the old boat, as if it was some kind of museum.

"Do you think he is…", began Grover

"Dead? No… not really, I can feel in my guts that he isn't".

"Me two", said a voice behind them.

When they turned, Skià sat with them.

"I'm sorry for what happened, I lost control."

"That's funny, PJ said that one time.", said Grover.

"That's what happen when you have too much powers.", sighed Skià, before saying out loud, "You know I'm wanted on Olympus, right?"

"Oh. Well, we're not on a quest to catch you, so…", began Annabeth. Of course, this one would be wanted on Olympus.

They then heard a flash, the two. Then too much to count.

"Skià, on order of Olympus, I'm here to stop you", began Apollo without energy.

"You have proven yourself to be a threat to us,", continued Athena.

"So, we're going to put you on trial."

Annabeth tried to protect him, but he teleported himself between her and the ten gods watching. Zeus and Poseidon were not here, of course.

"Well, Olympians, lead the way."

They then flashed out, with Skià. Annabeth knew that meant death for a second friend today. She refused to cry.

Skià was chained in the center of the throne room.

"Swear on the Styx that all you're going to say is true.", said Hera.

"I swear it", said Skià as thunder marked the oath.

"Who are your immortal parent", asked Artemis.

"I won't say it. You are a threat to them more than I'm a threat to you."

"We accuse you to be a threat to Olympus, and to be too powerful.", began Athena, "how do you defend yourself?"

"I don't", said Skià in a taunt.

"You don't have anything to say to remain alive?", asked a worried Zeus.

"Well, who said I'm alive?"

"Stop messing with us, boy…", began Artemis.

"I'm no boy, Artemis", cut Skià, "what I am will remain a mystery for now, but try to kill me; it won't work."

"Is this a threat?", said Poseidon.

"It's a promise. You can't kill me like this. But ask your puny god of war, I can make you fade forever".

"So, what is your bargain?", asked Demeter.

"Well, that's easy: leave me alone, I fight for you in the coming war against Kronos. Or you try to kill me and I let you lose."

Chaos followed this statement.

"SILENCE", shouted Zeus. "We shall now vote: who wants to keep this threat alive?"

Poseidon, Athena, Apollo, Demeter, Ares, and Hera raised their hand.

All of the others kept it down.

"That's the problem with being twelve. It's a tie.", said Skià, before continuing "but you have a thirteen god in the underground, since Hestia won't interfere of course, and I'm sure He's with me".

Chains then phased through the shadow's body, as he stood up.

"Do you want me to go look for him? Or can I go look for the boy that ended a war last year before it even began", said Skià sarcastically, looking at Artemis and Zeus.

Some gods gasped, Apollo laughed, not stopping when he earned a glare from everybody else (except Skià, of course).

"You can leave, now", began Zeus, "but shall you ever betray us, we will care personally you go in the worst place of Tartarus."

That made Skià laugh. A true laugh, like if this was a good joke for his twisted sense of humor.

"You've never been in Tartarus, Zeus, and you won't start tomorrow.", said Skià while a hole leading right into Tartarus formed in the center of the council room formed.

"I have", said the shadow as it jumped right into it.

The interstice then disappeared as if nothing happened.

When hell is the home of someone, what punishment can you promise?

PJ was still on the island. He sat on the beach, and used the time Skià gave him by focusing Olympus' attention to bring Queen Anne's revenge back in the game. The boat was complete when Skià suddenly stood up, phasing threw the chains.

Percy then used his powers to manipulate the boat, to get him back in the sea. It took him several hours, and Olympus was once more watching. That was fine with him. He didn't need much power anyway, and the pirate ship was once more in its element. So was Percy. He didn't know yet what he wanted to do, it was really soon to come back home, and he didn't really want to come back to camp.

Queen Anne's revenge answered his desire as the cap was set to the unknown.

Camp learnt PJ's supposed death by Clarisse, and Skià's by Annabeth.

Clarisse couldn't help but feel better when she heard that this atrocity was dead. As she said that, shadows bent behind her, and the said atrocity replied

"Well, Clarisse, you know a puny lightning bolt isn't enough to kill me. Always confirm your kills, daughter of war."

Everybody laughed, and Annabeth just got grounded, not eaten, as one of her best friend just got killed.

Not two.

What surprised everybody (excepted Skià who asked, "wasn't it always the plan?"), the golden Fleece had some unexpected effects. Thalia was back, so was the great Prophecy.

Luke's boat was protected against Poseidon's magic. Not against phantom pirate ships, that shot you canon bullets whenever you tried to move too far from the coast.

Of course, Luke had some monsters that shot the damn boat, but it was proven useless when the bullets (or spells from the empousaïs, or fire balls) just stopped mid-air and suddenly went flying back in your face. Yes, it was really aiming for the faces.

Chronos was now chatting with Oceanus to wipe that problem, but the sea titan didn't found it. It was like if the boat teleported.

One day, however, some of his monsters found the name of this insane ship.

"Queen Anne's revenge?", said Luke, shocked, "b…but that ship is… destroyed, and the captain is… dead!"

And suddenly, all the protection around the Princess Andromeda fell. Sea became a true hurricane, and all the monsters were on the bridge, trying to stop the water from going everywhere.

Chronos put the defenses back, but half of Luke's army was dead.

In camp, some said they saw far from the beach a pirate ship, that disappeared quickly.

If Hestia's temple didn't activate at that time, nobody would have believed them.

Annabeth came up with an idea.

"Ok, Grover. I came up with an idea. It might be the best idea ever, or the worst idea ever… but!"

"it's an idea"

"It's an idea! What if the ship afar was PJ?"

"PJ is a boat?"

"No! PJ is on the boat! We could send him an IM to that that theory."

They tried. But Iris's voice just said, "PJ can't be found".

Hey, so yes, once again I ended the book too quickly, but I hope you still enjoy! Review so I know what you think about Percy being a… pirate. I mean, son of Poseidon: he must be a pirate!