Aaaaaaaaaaaaand the long-awaited chapter ten of Of Eyepatches and Revenge! :D Yaaay! I am sorry about this taking so long, though. :/
Also, don't expect another update for a... long while. A long long while.
But it will be updated sometime after this sometime. :P
"Something seems wrong," Casey remarked, working on balancing a toothpick on his cup. Lacey rolled her eyes and knocked it off. "Hey!"
"What seems wrong?" Lacey asked. Casey shrugged, rebalancing the toothpick.
"I dunno. It just seems- Holy shit, is that Jackson?"
Lacey looked up. Sure enough, Perfect Percy Jackson went running past them, chased by a group of random monsters. "Yep. Are you going to go kill him?"
"Yes. Yes I am," Casey said, leaping to his feet and drawing his sword. He sprinted for the door, only to be stopped by Lee.
"You two. You're not busy. Go grab a bow and be ready to look threatening," Lee said. Casey narrowed his eyes.
"I'm going to-"
"No, you're not. Go get a bow and look threatening!"
"Come on," Lacey said, grabbing Casey's sleeve and pulling him away. Casey looked at her.
"You know, we really should go kill him."
"Lee or Perfect Percy Jackson?"
"Both. No offense to Lee."
Lacey rolled her eyes. Casey never changed.
After grabbing a bow for her and one for Casey - he still hadn't given up his insane rambling about how idiotic Lee was being - Lacey went back to find Lee.
"Where are we supposed to be going?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe we just head for that one place," Lee said. Lacey figured he was talking about... well, that one place. The demigods didn't really have an actual name for 'that one place', so it was universally known that if you said 'that one place' you were talking about that one place and nowhere else.
Unless, of course, you were.
But that didn't matter. They were going to stand and look threatening.
Lacey handed the bow to Casey, who scowled. "I suck at this, you know."
"You can look pretty threatening sometimes," Lacey said. Lee snorted.
"His lack of height sort of takes away from it, though," the older boy muttered under his breath. Thankfully, Casey didn't hear him, or they'd be late, and when dealing with Kronos-Luke, you always wanted to be on time.
It turned out that they did have to go to that one place. Good. Lacey stood between Lee and Casey, wishing that Ethan hadn't been sent on that random mission.
Kronos-Luke started it out with some boring speech-thing, so Lacey basically zoned out, looking as threatening as she could, which, to be honest, probably wasn't very threatening.
Before she knew it, Casey was pushing her down the set of stairs they had used to get up, 'explosion' being his only explanation. She blinked and went along with it, wondering what exactly was happening.
"Good, the emergency boat's still-" Casey was cut off by the explosion he'd been talking about.
Lacey blacked out.
She woke up a while later, on land. Lacey really had no idea how Casey had managed to get her to land, but he had, and he was sitting a few feet away, hugging his legs to his chest. His weird hat he'd taken to wearing was gone. An unconscious - probably - Zohra was laying a little farther down the beach.
"You're awake," Casey said. "I think there's something wrong with Zohra."
Lacey pushed herself up on her elbows, blinking sand out of hr eyes. So the boat had exploded, and now her, Casey and Zohra were stranded on this beach.
Where had Zohra come from?
Well, that didn't really matter very much. "Like... a concussion?"
"No. Like dying," Casey snapped. Lacey blinked. He wasn't in a very good mood, was he?
"I'm not an Apollo camper. Ask someone else to help."
"There is no-one else!"
"Well, then, help her yourself."
"Do I look like someone who would be good at healing people?"
"You have to know some sort of healing thing."
"So do you!"
"Well, yeah, but most of it is based off of band-aids."
Casey didn't reply, narrowing his eyes and walking over to take a look at Zohra. "She's breathing," he said.
"For now," Lacey muttered. Casey glared at her and sat down beside the girl. "I'll go see if anyone else landed on this... whatever it is."
Casey ignored her, and Lacey went off down the beach. There was something up ahead - a body?
"Please let it not be dead, please let it not be dead..." Lacey muttered under her breath as she trotted toward it. A dark-haired body, short hair, a guy. Facedown. Lacey turned it over and screamed. It was Lee.
And he was dead.
"Casey!" Lacey yelled.
"What?" he shouted back. Lacey sighed and dug her fingernails into her palm. She wasn't going to cry over Lee, especially when Casey was here. You don't cry in front of Casey, even if you are a girl.
Lacey set off toward Casey.
"It... it's Lee," Lacey said once she was near enough to speak at a normal volume. "He's down there, and he's... he's dead."
"I think Zohra'll be dead soon, too," Casey said, glancing moodily down at the girl. Lacey took a shaky breath.
"We should be... we should be happy," she said. Casey looked up at her.
"Why the hell should we be happy," he said, stating it more than asking it. Lacey took another breath.
"Because it's not us. We're not dead. In fact, we're perfectly fine, apart from a few bruises. It's just..."
"The word you were looking for his grateful, not happy," Casey said, crossing his arms. "Why would you be happy if people are dying? It just doesn't make any sense. Unless you don't like the person."
"Unless it was Perfect Percy Jackson," Lacey added. Casey gave her a small smile.
"Yeah. Then you can be happy."
Once again, I'm super-sorry that it took so long for this to be finished. :P But... I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. It probably won't take three months.