Bad planning is bad writing. Now you never saw what happened after the dare did you?

Well now you do! A bit late, sorry. Mistakes are everywhere here, remember, this is not a subway platform with a cheapskate manager, if you see a problem, review or message me and I will fix it.

Third View POV

The cabin boy not in his cabin, which was uncalled for. The ship curfew policy states that no crew member or passenger may be out later than after the moon was up.

And the moon was certainly up, in the middle of the night sky shining brightly on the curfew breakers.

It was just supposed to be themselves who were out there.

It seemed a bit boring now, even with the eerie music going on. Wait a minute, what eerie music?! With a great splash a cannon ball whizzed past their heads, and then another and the third one hit the hull which made an awful groaning sound.

Everyone covered their ears, but covering your ears isn't exactly protection for your skin. A few of her "friends" (she's not ready to forgive them stealing her shoe quite yet) dropped unconscious, as a very much spent cannon ball hit them.

The air was a blurry mixture of screams, groans, and explosions, thick was dust and shrapnel of people of objects alike. They were being pounded, it was a massacre.

And now, musket balls joined in the flurry as muskets were being fired at the survivors.

It all went quite quiet a few minutes later, but it slowly erupted in periodic screams as muskets picked off swimmers swimming to the shore.

As the screaming started, two boys, bundled together on a wooden board, started talking, you know, the when you joke about your death and propose ludicrous ideas.

"Any good that throwing arm of yours?"

"I reckon that I time I hit 's house I must've hit a good mile away."

"10 pence says you can't hit the idiots up there with this rock!"

"You're on!"

A whooshing sound accompanied by a scream a short while later signified the stone hit its mark.

Soon, a girl crawled up onto the board, took a wooden board and flung it hard.

It too was accompanied by a scream and a whoosh. Several Screams actually.

"I bet two pounds that none of you can hit 5 of them in a minute."

"Oh you're definitely on!" said the boys in unison.

Once again, shrapnel began flying in the air, but this time more uniform, and more directed to the soldiers up there. Any attempts at firing at them only resulted in it being blocked by the hurled projectiles.

While it was all just fun and games and some revenge for the teenagers down there, mutiny was beginning to form in the enemy's heads. But before panic could set in, one by one they were knocked out. See, there were more than 3 survivors, and while the enemy was busy dealing with some of them, others managed to find land.

Amazingly, Muskets do not protect the back of your head from punches from teenagers.

Jason, here, had a slightly differently way to get revenge. See, he was lucky enough to land in a life boat which was not damaged. Making use of the situation, he rowed to shore while the idiots on the high castle were busy killing the innocent.

The walls were not too far from the shore either.

And then there was Piper, taught to swim at a young age, swam to the shore all the way from the wreck. Hitting the land quite hard (It's not easy to open your eyes underwater), she happened to stumble upon a band of merry soldiers to take out her anger on, how lovely.

Don't forget Percy, he was busy avoiding musket shots. Although He could swim as fast as a seabass(It's actually quite fast), he wasn't quite as skilled at predicting and avoiding musket shots, so he survived, but only just barely.

Finally, we get to the crazy umbrella lady Annabeth. See, when the first cannonball hit, she grabbed the nearest object for support, which unfortunately happened to be a rather fancy umbrella belonging to gods know who.

Here's the crazy part though, after the first shake-up, she was launched into the air to an almost fatal height if dropped from, until a cannonball hit the top of her head, although the cannon ball was beginning to drop at that point and lost most of its momentum, but she went unconscious, fancy wacky stick still in hand. She performed a rather "involuntary" dive where she somehow hit a dolphin on the back (There are dolphins here? I think there are in the Atlantic/Pacific Ocean) choked it, managed to hit a school of migrating seabass (hint hint, or not?), and was washed in the island by the currents.

She woke up rather quickly on the shore, maybe because she was always a light sleeper, or maybe it was because the cannon ball was made out of rubber, we shall never know.

She still had that bloody umbrella in her hands. She was tempted to throw it away, but seeing as it was her only method of self-defense, she decided not to.

Trudging along the only path she saw, she stumbled upon quite a scene.

Hiding in the bushes, she saw a blond-haired boy was being restricted by a rather beaten up looking sergeant, while an aboriginal girl was trying to restrain two bloodied up soldiers with the soldiers that could still walk trying to help, the rest were either shocked and spectating or unable to move or being dead. Either way, they're not a problem.

Her first thoughts were: "That's Jason, isn't it?" As the blond haired boy was arguing intensely with the sergeant.

Then she saw the knife attached to his throat, the sergeant wasn't letting loose anytime soon, and it he even seemed to be tightening his grip on it.

However she was thinking right then didn't matter, as Annabeth felt a push out in the open. She suspects it was one of the uniformed members who found her and pushed her.

No time to dwindle on the matter however, she was in the vicinity was a dozen armed soldiers who were probably unmarried, so she had to think fast.

What was the most repellent thing she could think of then, oh yes, the crazy cat lady across the street.

She was the type of person you'd usually keep away from. If you'd never met her you'd think of her as almost, marriageable, but sadly, being beaten with her walking stick and clawed at by her cats, you'd never live in the neighborhood.

One of the reasons she loathed being outside too long.

But anyways, she thought about it for a short moment, what could buy her some time? Becoming the most crazy, repellent and scariest person she knew. And before she knew it, she was hitting on the soldiers with her fancy umbrella (she found it quite useful for her image now), literally. So much so, that the rest of them were running/limping/crawling/rolling away at a speed worthy of the national records.

The sergeant just released his grip on Jason before running away, or attempting to, before he was caught in some weeds. He quickly got back up, but that momentary snare gave Annabeth the thought and the time to chase the sergeant. What better way to establish yourself as a woman to be avoided than to chase around one of their leaders half way across the island before blooding him up so badly that he's unable to walk back home. And Ms. Chase did exactly that.

The rest of the goofy idiots on board were knocked unconscious or died.

Sorry about not updating, my mojo was stolen by doctor evil. Bonus points if you got that reference.