Hey guys. Just a little heads up, I'm making up this chapter as I go along, so it might not be the best. But you know, who cares. Sorry about last chapter. It was probably really boring to read, but it was a while since we last checked in on the Argo II and I feel badly for kinda leaving them out. Don't worry, I have a lot of chapter planned for them, just not not. Also, another thing I have to say is that I'm sorry this is turning out to be so long. I never meant for this story to be so many chapters with more to come. Oh well though. Thanks for the reviews, all rights to Mr. Rick Riordan, and hope you enjoy the story :)

Percy

Percy's eyes cracked against the brilliant beam of light. He closed them again, wishing to go back to the blissfulness of sleep. But, it refused to come. His previous dream prevented that. He groaned and pushed himself up. His body was stiff and painful. He looked around, hair sticking out on all ends and took in his surroundings. The sun reflected off of the ocean, almost forming a spotlight pointed directly on him. He rubbed his sunburnt face. It had been almost a week since he had left camp, and he hadn't stepped foot on land since.

Of course, that was his plan. He was always better on the ocean. He formed waves to carry him across faster than most boats with an engine, but he was tired. Sleeping on an uncovered boat under the hot sun wasn't a glorious arrangement. It wasn't the water that bothered him, it was the devious sun. He started his morning routine of cursing under his breath at Apollo. In retrospect, he probably should be openly cursing a god, but since he hadn't been blasted into a million pieces yet, he figured either the gods were giving him a break, or much too worried about something else to really care. So, he did it every morning.

He kept surveying the horizon, spotting things and almost convincing them they were land. But, he knew better. He had uncanny nautical senses when he was on the ocean, and he knew exactly which direction land was and how long it would take him to get there. He still had a day to go. He picked at his peeling skin on his arms and ate a feast of stale food from camp. It was exhausting doing nothing.

He tended to his wounds. He unwrapped and rewrapped his hand. He examined the scare. It was barely healed, still and ugly red. He gingerly touched it. It yelled at him in protest. He carefully tried to open and close his hand. He could do it, but not well. Some of his fingers didn't close all the way, and even still the action was painful and slow. He replaced the bandage and moved on.

He lifted his shirt and unwrapped his chest. His ribs were still painful, making it hard to breath and to sit up, but Percy tried to ignore that pain. He had things that needed to be done that he refused to let be stopped by stupid broken ribs. The bandage holding them in place was tight, but ultimately made them feel better. So, he kept it wrapped up tightly.

His head felt fine. He knew he had a concussion, not only because everyone had told him he did, but the first couple of times he had woken, his thoughts hadn't made much sense and didn't connect to the words coming out of his mouth. He still had a head ache, but it was better. Only a dull throbbing now that he only noticed when he thought about it. He kept the bandage on though. Like all the others, it made him feel better. Plus, he could pull it down and protect his face from the harmful rays of the sun.

After he had started to walk around camp, Will had given him a boot of sorts for his foot instead of tightly wrapped bandages. That way he was able to walk around without help. He appreciated it, but it annoyed him. It was clunky and hard to move around in. The day before he left camp, he tried to pretend that it was fine to walk on and took the boot off, but he was reminded in painful reality how broken it actually was. He had gasped in pain and collapsed the second he put weight on the broken bones. He had earned a slap on the head from Rachael. He packed his other shoe in the backpack though. Wishful thinking.

His burns, if anything, were getting worse under the hot sun. They were an angry red, especially all down his arm. They hurt to touch. Assessing his injuries just made him sad, so Percy laid back down on the swaying boat. He pulled his head bandage down over his face and blinked into the fabric. He laid there until the sound of the waves lolled him off to sleep.

When he woke up, he knew immediately he was near land. He pulled up his headband like bandage and saw the shore. It was close. He pumped his fist in the air and grinned. When he jumped onto the beach, he felt badly for leaving the boat behind. He placed seaweed around it, almost like a burial shroud. He nodded in appreciation and then headed on. He read the nearest sign and grinned even wider. He was in Greece.

He started walking through the city he was in grabbing the money from Camp Half-Blood. He figured he would go grab a pizza or something. He definitely deserved it.

"Hiyah Percy." Percy practically jumped thirty feet and whipped around to see a woman, maybe a little older than he was. Late teens, early twenties. He drew his sword, figuring anyone who knew his name here was bad news. She just grinned and swung her feet as they dangled off the railing she was sitting on. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Casual. Her mousy brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail. She looked like a college student here on summer vacation. But Percy knew better.

"Why do I keep running into people." He held his sword tightly. He remembered the last fight he had. The scene flickered in and out of his mind. The castle walls, blood running down his arm, Claire sobbing, the building exploding. He blinked it away.

"Aww I'm here to fight you. I'm your saving grace." She laughed a casual laugh. Her grin looked wild. Percy remembered how he had trusted Claire. How he believed she was leading him to an exit, even though she unwittingly was. He didn't lower his sword.

"How so?" He asked. She patted the railing next to her as if expecting him to sit. He didn't and she shrugged.

"Easy peasy. I can tell you where your friends are. Better yet, I can take them to you." She tilted her head. Percy's ears were ringing. It was like deja vu. A too good to be true situation. First with Claire, now with her. He didn't trust her. He would not make the same mistake again.

"No. I think I'll find them myself. Thanks." He started to walk away.

"Aww don't be such a chicken Percy. All I want is for you to kill this one guy. Ugh he's such a jerk. You would want to kill him too." She jumped down from her perch and was walking backwards in front of him. He rolled his eyes. He refused to be tricked again.

"Look, I know what you're thinking." She mimicked a deep voice, "Crazy how the person with exactly the information I need just happens to be here willing to give it to me."

"I'm not interested, okay?" Percy tried to turn, but she caught up to him.

She ignored what he just said. "It's not a coincidence Percy. And, it's not a trick. I've been looking for you everywhere! You're the only one who can kill this guy. Now please."

He just turned to her. "Who are you?" He figured he should at least know that before he thought about it any further.

"Theia." She stuck out her hand in a greeting. Percy's mouth dropped open.

"Theia? The Theia? You mean the titan? You came to see me?" He stopped walking. She giggled at his reaction.

"Mmm hmm. I need you to kill my brother, Coeus. He's such a jerk to me and my sister Pheobe. I know she regrets marrying him. Please Percy. You pretty much have nothing to loose at this point anyway." For the first time all conversation her ridiculous smile was gone. She honestly seemed to need Percy's help. He thought about Claire.

"If I kill this guy, Coeus, you're going to take me to my friends?" He was an idiot. Why was he doing this? Maybe it's because when anyone looks even remotely sad he makes impulse decisions. He was going to regret this later.

"Yep! Promise on the River Styx and all that. Here's where he lives." She scribbled an address onto Percy's sunburnt arm. "Thank you so so much Percy! You have no idea how happy you just made me!" She threw her arms around him in a hug that startled him. She then disappeared out of existence.

Percy looked at the address and then capped his sword. He rubbed the back of his head where his hair was cut off. Taking on a titan single handed? Was he insane? It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, but he wasn't in the best condition at the moment. But, he needed to get to his friends, and Theia had promised on the River Styx. He groaned. How was he always getting wrapped up in stuff like this. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the address again. He then bought and checked a map and headed there, cursing the whole way.