I went to bed early that night. I had a few bites of my dinner and tucked Adora in then I went to bed. I had hoped for no dreams, but I was never that lucky. Of course.

It was dark. My feet were heart and I could taste blood in my mouth. Beneath my fingers, something was moving. It felt like skin. Sticky, bloody.

"Jason we're coming, we're coming." The eerie voice sent a chill down my spine. I tried to stand but I couldn't feel my legs, I could see they weren't moving. My vision was blurry.

"We're coming, Jason. We're coming, we're coming." Fear spiked through my heart and I tried to drag myself away. A wispy white figure appeared beside me, its face a mere inch from my own. "We're coming, we're always coming. We're coming, Jason."

I wanted to run, to fight, but something kept me in place. "What did you do with him!" I felt myself screaming, sending pain scorching through my throat. But who was I looking for?

"He's gone, Jason. And we're coming for you, we're coming." It reached it's hand forward, straight through my chest. I suddenly felt so cold, to the point where I couldn't feel at all. I was scared, terrified. I wanted to scream or to cry out but there was nothing to do. Whatever creature was there stroked my cheek with its other hand.

"We're here."

I woke up gasping for breath. I clutched my blanket desperately as if it would save me from what'd I seen. I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. I gulped down the glass of water on my bedside. I glanced at my watch and saw that is was about 5:15 in the morning. Too late to go back to bed now. I got out of bed and threw on a sweatshirt and shoes. I tried to be silent as to not wake anybody but my loud ragged breathing was a dead give-away for any of the light sleepers. I clasped a hand over my mouth until I emerged onto the deck. I grasped the railing and looked over the edge. The sea looked so inviting. I glanced back at the dim light coming from the cabin. The boat wasn't going very fast. If I attached a rope to the bottom of the boat I wouldn't lose track of it. I needed to get away from everything in my mind. I grabbed a rope from the pile next to the canons and tied it to one of the railings, then I jumped. I wrapped the rope around my left hand and switched into a diving position.

The water was cool. It washed past my face and I instantly felt better. It calmed me. I smiled and waved my hand through the water. Fish flocked at my fingertips. The coral beneath me sparkled against the rising sun and jellyfish swarmed past me in schools. I closed my eyes and swam gently, letting the rope tied to the ship above guide me. I must have stayed there for an hour at least, maybe more. I wasn't asleep, but I didn't open my eyes. I knew I should have been making a plan or going over all that we know, but I didn't. I needed this time just to sit and be without my thoughts. When I slept, I had dreams and dreams were not something I looked forward to. I didn't want to think about my parents or the rest of my family. I loved them, but I didn't want to think of them right now. It hurt too much.

An explosion rocked me from my meditation. I lost my grip on the rope. It was dark below water, so I couldn't see it. I kicked up from the sand and swam fast as I could towards the surface. What I saw nearly convinced me I was still dreaming.

The Argo was about twenty feet away but I knew I could catch up fairly quickly. It was the giant turtle island that concerned me.

"Sciron?" I muttered in confusion. I'd heard this story many times. It was Max's favorite, so Frank told it every year for the new campers. Despite his smelly socks, I knew Sciron to still be a very dangerous man. I thought he'd been eaten by his turtle? Guess not. I swam quickly towards the ship but tried to be stealthy as not to alert the giant sea turtle or its master.

The guy was on the deck of the Argo. He had long greasy black hair. From where I was, he looked like some kind of dystopian cowboy pirate. I quickly took off my glasses and rinsed them in the ocean water before putting them back on. The guy had the same red bandana Frank talked about but now he was wearing it on his head like a headband to keep his hair back instead of covering his face. He wasn't looking at me. He didn't even suspect that I was there. Neither did his turtle, who was too busy eating the island next to our ship. I got closer so I could see what was happening on board.

"And with that, I shall take all your valuables and leave you be on your journey! So, give it all to me and I shall be on my way," he said confidently. Nico was in the lead and Kat stood tall behind him. Will must have been hiding in the cabin with the kids.

"Well, sorry but we don't have any valuables. We've got old laundry and a few hammers and wrenches, but nothing of actual value. We just spent all our money in Orlando," Nico said casually.

Sciron frowned. "Well, that's unfortunate. Guess I'll have to take something else," he considered.

Nico frowned. "Like what? We don't have anything of value, I just told you that," he sassed.

I narrowed my eyes as Sciron told them his plan. "You'd be surprised at what monsters will pay for a nice demigod hide these days."

I saw Max squirm uncomfortably. Casey stepped up, ignoring Nico trying to push her away. "What did you do to him?" she cursed, anger weaving through her words. I had a flashback to my dream, but pushed it aside.

"With who? I haven't done anything to you yet!" he protested

"Where is Jason?" She sounded like she was trying to threaten him Sciron looked nearly as confused as Casey did angry.

"Jason? The blonde guy with the glasses? Oh this is rich. I kicked that guy off the cliff," he said casually. I frowned, because I knew he didn't kick me off a cliff. "But I would love to do it again, kill him for real this time."

That's when I realized that he wasn't talking about me. He was talking about the other Jason, Jason Grace. For the moment, he thought I was my uncle. I used the water to lift myself from the water and onto the railing.

"You called?" I asked, forcing a smile onto my face. Casey nearly melted. She shook her head, warning me that she was going kill me when this is over. I nodded back.

"Jason," Sciron growled. I didn't look much about my uncle, but apparently after being eaten by a turtle and waiting for revenge for so many years, he was willing to believe I was anybody I said I was.

"Long time no see! How are you still alive? Went through the digestion system I assume." I didn't sound much like my uncle. Jason was much more, Roman. I sounded more like my father, but Sciron never got to meet him. The thought made me angry because it made me remember where my parents were when Jason had met Sciron.

"It's really your partner I want, the little golden eyed one. I assume she's dead?"

Max clenched his fists. I tilted my head to the side to warn him to stay put. Nico set a hand in his shoulder, the same anger shining dangerously in his eyes. Sciron's arrow was pointed at Kat's heart; we couldn't take any chances.

"It must have been hard," Jonathan said. He raised his hands to chest level and took slow steps forward.

"What are you talking about? Stay back or I shoot!"

"Waiting so long. The need for revenge. It must make you so angry. So fueled by your rage, your embarrassment. How long have you been searching for this ship? For those who bested you in the past?" Charmspeak was laced into Jon's words, but I feared it was only making him angrier. I gave Jonathan a pointed look but he just smiled reassuringly. I trusted him.

"Yes. My enmity is controlling, and I shall not rest until he pays!" Sciron sounded much angrier before. He turned around and trained his bow on me instead. "Jason you will pay for what you have done to me, you will pay for your deeds!"

I was still wearing my pajamas and in my haste to get outside, I'd forgotten to grab my sword. I rarely forgot my sword. But I was panicked, I hadn't thought to bring it with me. I wasn't wearing any armor and I wasn't sure I would be able to get out of the way of Sciron let the arrow loose.

"I would be more careful, Sciron. You remember there were more with me, don't you?" I hinted. Sciron frowned but didn't speak. "They're here. Waiting. They have you surrounded. One wrong move and your fate will be worse than that of your turtles bowels," I warned. He didn't lower his bow. Instead, he pulled the string tight. I got ready.

"You shall pay for what you did to me, Jason!" Then he fired.