Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, except for my OC. J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan does, not me. (Imagine they were in the same time period as Percy Jackson). This story is also found on Wattpad. I apologize for not updating much enough these past weeks/days. It is due to Hurricane Irma, and I haven't found the time during the evacuation to update. Because of this, I will update today, and the next update will be on Sunday night? Hopefully?

Bianca's POV

Chugging toward us down the river was this strangest ship that rode low in the water like a submarine. In the middle was a trapezoid-shaped casemate with slats on each side for cannons. A flag with a wild boar and spear on a blood red field waved above. Lining the deck were zombies in gray uniforms. The name along the prow was in moss-covered letters: CSS Birmingham. Standing next to the smoking cannon that had almost killed us was a familiar girl from Camp Half-Blood wearing full Greek battle armor.

It was Clarisse!

"Losers," Clarisse sneered."But I suppose I have to rescue you. Come aboard."

We boarded the ship, and Clarisse began giving us a tour. The dark rooms were very much overcrowded with dead sailors.

"You are in so much trouble," Clarisse sang.

Everywhere we went, dead Confederate sailors stared at us with their ghostly bearded faces shimmering over their skulls. Tyson was especially terrified of them. Throughout the tour, he insisted me to hold his hand, and I did. Finally, we were escorted to dinner. The CSS Birmingham captain's quarters were about the size of a walk-in closet, but it was still much bigger than any other room on board. The table was set with white linen and china. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, potato chips, and Dr. Peppers were served by skeletal crewmen.

"Tantalus expelled you for eternity," Clarisse brought up.

Hm...what I great start for me at Camp Half-Blood.

"Mr. D said if any of you show your face at camp again, he'll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV."

"Did they give you this ship?" Percy asked.

"Course not. My father did."

"Ares?"

Clarisse sneered."You think your daddy is the only one with sea power? The spirits on the losing side of every war owe a tribute to Ares. That's their curse for being defeated. I prayed to my father for a naval transport and here it is. These guys will do anything I tell them. Won't you, Captain?"

The captain, who stood behind her, looked stiff and angry. He nodded."If it means an end to this infernal war, ma'am, peace at last, we'll do anything. Destroy anyone."

Clarisse smiled."Destroy anyone. I like that."

Tyson and I gulped.

"Clarisse," Annabeth began."Luke might be after the Fleece, too. We saw him. He's got the coordinates and he's heading south. He has a cruise ship full of monsters-"

"Good! I'll blow him out of the water."

"You don't understand," Annabeth told."We have to combine forces. Let us help you-"

"No!" Clarisse's fist pounded the table."This is my quest, smart girl! Finally, I get to be the hero, and you two will not steal my chance."

"Where are your cabin mates?" I wondered."You were allowed to take two friends with you, weren't you?"

She was quiet."They didn't...I let them stay behind. To protect the camp."

"You mean even the people in your own cabin wouldn't help you?" Percy questioned.

"Shut up, Prissy! I don't need them! Or you!"

"Clarisse," Percy called, trying to get her attention."Tantalus is using you. He doesn't care about the camp. He'd love to see it destroyed. He's setting you up to fail. "

"No! I don't care what the Oracle-" She stopped herself.

Percy's eyebrows furrowed."What? What did the Oracle tell you?"

"Nothing," she replied without hesitation.

Her ears turned pink.

"All you need to know is that I'm finishing this quest, and you're not helping. On the other hand, I can't let you go..."

My forehead wrinkled."So we're prisoners?" I rephrased.

"Guests. For now."

She propped her feet up on the white linen tablecloth and opened another Dr. Pepper.

"Captain, take them below. Assign them hammocks on the berth deck. If they don't mind their manners, show them how we deal with enemy spies."

I began to hear someone calling me.

"Bianca!" I heard a whisper.

I began to feel someone shake me, and I opened my eyes to see Tyson above me.

I sat up."Oh...Tyson, what is it?"

"Um..." He scratched his head."I can't sleep..."

I looked around, seeing Annabeth and Percy still sleeping in each of their hammocks.

"Oh...ok." I got off of my hammock."Then, do you want to go up on the deck?"

He smiled, nodding.

We walked out and up to the spar deck where the sun was slowly rising, and there were a few zombie officers around.

I sighed, feeling the sea breeze."I like this very much."

"Tyson too," he agreed.

I smiled, creating some snow falling in my hands."Do you think we'll be able to arrive back to the camp on time, Tyson?"

He nodded."I believe in Percy, Annabeth, and you. And the other girl too."

I smiled, playing with the snow. I began to hear footsteps behind me, and we turned, seeing Annabeth.

"Good Morning, Annabeth," I greeted.

"Morning, Bia-"

Suddenly, the alarm bells rang. My eyes searched for where the sounds are coming from.

"W-what's happening?"

Annabeth pointed toward something at a distance.

"That's land, right?" Annabeth asked.

I turned to her direction, squinting my eyes at what she was pointing at.

The alarm bells rang again. The zombie officers and soldiers were running around, yelling orders. We noticed Percy with a strange expression coming up as well.

"What's wrong?" Annabeth asked him."Another dream?"

He nodded, but he didn't say anything. We also saw Clarisse coming up and grabbing a pair of binoculars from a zombie officer.

"At last. Captain, full steam ahead!" She exclaimed.

"Where are we?" I yelled over the roaring engine and the noises from the soldiers and officers.

"I think we're somewhere off the coast of northern Florida!"

The engine groaned as we increased speed.

"Too much strain on the pistons. Not meant for deep water," Tyson muttered nervously.

I turned to him.

How does he know that?

As we approached closer, we were able to see the land. To the north, a huge mass of rock rose out of the sea, an island with cliffs at least a hundred feet tall. About half a mile south of that, the other patch of darkness was a storm brewing. The sky and sea boiled together in a roaring mass.

"Hurricane?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Clarisse said."Charybdis. "

Annabeth paled."Are you crazy?"

Huh?

"Only way into the Sea of Monsters. Straight between Charybdis and her sister Scylla." Clarisse pointed to the top of the cliffs.

"What do you mean the only way?" Percy questioned."The sea is wide open! Just sail around them. "

Clarisse rolled her eyes."Don't you know anything? If I tried to sail around them, they would just appear in my path again. If you want to get into the Sea of Monsters, you have to sail through them."

"What about the Clashing Rocks?" Annabeth suggested."That's another gateway. Jason used it. "

"I can't blow apart rocks with my cannons," Clarisse told."Monsters, on the other hand..."

"You are crazy," Annabeth said.

"Watch and learn, Wise Girl." Clarisse turned to the captain."Set course for Charybdis!"

"Aye, m'lady. "

The engine groaned again, and the ship began to pick up speed.

"What's Charybdis?" I wondered.

"Charybdis sucks up the sea and spits it back out again," she responded.

"What about Scylla?" Percy asked.

"She lives in a cave, up on those cliffs. If we get too close, her snaky heads will come down and start plucking sailors off the ship. "

"Choose Scylla then," he decided."Everybody goes below deck, and we chug right past."

"No!" Clarisse objected."If Scylla doesn't get her easy meat, she might pick up the whole ship. Besides, she's too high to make a good target. My cannons can't shoot straight up. Charybdis just sits there at the center of her whirlwind. We're going to steam straight toward her, train our guns on her, and blow her to Tartarus!"

The engine hummed. The boilers were heating up so much I could feel the deck getting warm beneath my feet. I felt myself sweating. It was too hot. I stared at the red Ares flag whipping in the wind.

As we got closer to the monsters, the sound of Charybdis got louder and louder. Every time this monster, Charybdis, inhaled, the ship shuddered and lurched forward. Every time she exhaled, we rose in the water and were buffeted by ten-foot waves.

The undead sailors calmly went about their business on the spar deck. They probably didn't care about getting destroyed because they were already deceased.

Annabeth gripped the rail."You still have your thermos full of wind?" She asked Percy.

He nodded."But it's too dangerous to use with a whirlpool like that. More wind might just make things worse. "

"What about controlling the water?" She asked."You're Poseidon's son. You've done it before."

"I-I can't," he said miserably.

"We need a backup plan," Annabeth stated."This isn't going to work."

"Annabeth is right," Tyson said."Engine's no good."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I-It's hot..." I mumbled.

They turned to me with their eyes widening.

"Bianca...you're..."

Sweating. Like crazy. Yeah.

"Pressure. Pistons need fixing," Tyson told.

Before he could explain, there was a loud roar. The ship lurched forward, and we were thrown to the deck. The ship was in the whirlpool.

"Full reverse!" I heard Clarisse scream above the noise.

The sea churned around us. The waves crashing over the deck.

Am I in a heat stroke yet?

"Get us within firing range! Make ready starboard cannons!"

I watched dead Confederates rushed back and forth. The propeller grinded into reverse, trying to slow the ship, but we kept sliding toward the center of the vortex.

A zombie sailor burst out of the hold and ran to Clarisse. His gray uniform was smoking, and I wrinkled at the smell. His beard was on fire.

"Boiler room overheating, ma'am! She's going to blow!"

"Well, get down there and fix it!"

"Can't!" The sailor yelled."We're vaporizing in the heat. "

"Urgh!" Clarisse groaned."All I need is a few more minutes! Just enough to get in range!"

"We're going in too fast," the captain explained."Prepare yourself for death."

"No!" Tyson bellowed."I can fix it. "

Clarisse looked at him incredulously."You?"

"He's a Cyclops," Annabeth informed."He's immune to fire. And he knows mechanics."

"Go!" Clarisse ordered.

"Tyson, no!" Percy grabbed his arm."It's too dangerous!" He pleaded.

Tyson patted his hand."Only way, brother." His expression was determined and confident."I will fix it. Be right back."

I watched him follow the smoldering sailor down the hatch. The ship lurched again and Annabeth held onto me. I looked up and saw Charybdis. She appeared only a few hundred yards away, through a swirl of mist and smoke and water.

The first thing I noticed was the reef-a black crag of coral with a fig tree clinging to the top, an oddly peaceful thing in the middle of a maelstrom. All around it, water curved into a funnel, like light around a black hole. Then I saw the horrible thing anchored to the reef just below the waterline. There was an enormous mouth with slimy lips and mossy teeth the size of rowboats. There were bands of corroded scummy metal with pieces of fish and driftwood and floating garbage stuck between them.

Charybdis was nothing but a huge black maw with bad teeth alignment, and she'd done nothing for centuries but eat without brushing after meals. As I watched, the entire sea around her was sucked into the void-sharks, schools of fish, a giant squid. I realized that in a few seconds, the CSS Birmingham would be next.

"Lady Clarisse," the captain called."Starboard and forward guns are in range!"

"Fire!" Clarisse commanded.

Three rounds were blasted into the monster's maw. One blew off the edge of an incisor. Another disappeared into her gullet. The third hit one of Charybdis' retaining bands and shot back at us, snapping the Ares flag off its pole.

"Again!" Clarisse ordered.

The gunners reloaded, but it seemed hopeless. We were being sucked in too fast. Then, the vibrations in the deck changed. The hum of the engine got stronger and steadier. The ship shuddered, and we started pulling away from the mouth.

"Tyson did it!" Annabeth said.

"Wait!" Clarisse shouted."We need to stay close!"

"We'll die!" Percy exclaimed."We have to move away. "

I gripped onto the rail as the ship fought against the suction. The broken Ares flag raced past us and lodged into Charybdis. We weren't making much progress, but at least we were holding our own. Suddenly, the mouth snapped shut. The sea died to absolute peace. Water washed over Charybdis.

Then, just as quickly as it had closed, the mouth exploded open, spitting out a wall of water, ejecting everything inedible, including our cannonballs, one of which slammed into the side of the CSS Birmingham. We were thrown backward on a wave that must've been forty feet high. We were still spinning out of control, hurtling toward the cliffs on the opposite side of the strait. Another smoldering sailor burst out of the hold. He stumbled into Clarisse, almost knocking them both overboard.

"The engine is about to blow!" Someone hollered.

"Where's Tyson?" Percy and I simultaneously demanded.

"Still down there," the sailor informed."Holding it together somehow, though I don't know for how much longer."

"We have to abandon ship," the captain warned.

"No!" Clarisse refused.

"We have no choice, m'lady. The hull is already cracking apart! She can't-" He never finished his sentence.

Something brown and green shot from the sky snatched up the captain and lifted him away. All that was left were his leather boots. My eyes widened, and I stepped back.

"Scylla!" a sailor exclaimed, as another column of reptilian flesh shot from the cliffs and snapped him up.

It happened so fast I couldn't even make out the thing's face, only a flash of teeth and scales.

"Everyone get below!" Percy yelled.

"We can't!" Clarisse drew her own sword."Below deck is in flames. "

"Lifeboats!" Annabeth screamed."Quick!"

"They'll never get clear of the cliffs. We'll all be eaten!" Clarisse cried.

We were in such a mess.

"We have to try," Annabeth persuaded."Percy, the thermos. "

Percy shook his head."I can't leave Tyson!"

My wand...And my letters! The lily!

"We have to get the boats ready!" Annabeth shouted.

With all the strength I had, I took off running to the hammocks.

"Bianca!" I heard Annabeth scream."Where are you going!? You're gonna die in that heat!"

As I ran, Scylla's heads rained from the sky like a meteor shower with teeth, plucking off Confederate sailors one after another.

"Get the other boat," I heard Percy shout over the chaos."I'll get Tyson and Bianca."

It was hotter as I ran farther. I found my duffel bag on the ground next to the hammock that I slept in. I pulled out my wand and swung my duffel bag. Next, I had to search for Tyson. Even though I might die from this heat, I had to find him.

I ran out, searching Tyson. However, I felt this huge explosion lifting me up into the air. It blew me out of the ship into the ocean. I closed my eyes shut into unconsciousness as my body collided with the water.