Chapter 1: Jason
Jason hated planes. He enjoyed flying by himself. Feeling the wind on his face and the air rushing past his ears. Having said that the Argo III was not the worst plane he'd used. It was definitely smoother than the Argo II as it crossed the Atlantic He turned towards the other members of the crew. Leo was frantically fidgeting with the plane's navigation controls, Annabeth was studying the map Chiron had provided and Tyson snoozed in a leather reclining chair. Jason smirked at the cyclops. Annabeth broke the silence.
"So I think we should first target the Great Pyramid of Giza." She said. Jason looked at the map.
"Why do you think that? I swear that there are others closer?" Jason responded. The glare he received from Annabeth made him immediately regret the question.
"Because," Annabeth continued with a sigh, "it's the only citadel still standing." The simplicity of response made Jason understand why he'd received the glare.
"Hey guys!" Leo shouted from the cockpit, "We don't have enough fuel to reach Egypt! For some reason this plane runs on Styx water." Jason rolled his eyes; why did the Hephaestus cabin always have to make basic things so complicated?
"Luckily we can refuel at aqueducts," continued Leo, "Which are littered over Europe. I've set the target for Nimes. There's a large Roman aqueduct there."
"France? Like with French people?" responded Jason with a chuckle. His comment was met with mixed responses; Leo laughed whilst Annabeth shot him another glare.