JASON
Nico looked possessed - bad choice of words? - by whatever it was that was "coming".
Hazel and Frank both looked more than a little panicky and Jason couldn't help but smile that he knew what was coming (well, for the most part).
"They're here," Nico said again, cocking his head and focusing on something far out to sea. Something dark just visible on the already pitch black torrent. Something moving through the water.
"Tell me they're pirates," Jason whispered, more to himself than the others. Hazel looked at him with a sudden realization.
"You mean - "
"Mhm - I believe we have ourselves a little army of the undead."
"You're welcome," Nico said smugly, clearly pleased with his handiwork.
The undead soldiers approached with ferocious speed, madly stroking through the water until they were close enough to be clearly visible. They stopped a ways away from the little rock the demigods were perched on, waiting patiently for their master's orders.
"Help us to defeat the titans," Nico bellowed, his voice commanding and distinguished. "At all costs we must win this."
Despite the force of the son of Hades' voice, the wind was stronger and seemed to suck up all sound he uttered the moment it left his mouth. Thankfully, this didn't seem to matter as the new recruits immediately took off again, breaststroking and front-crawling it to the little bits of the main shore that still existed intent on doing in their enemies at the risk of certain re-death.
"Okay, now we can go." Nico turned towards dolphin Frank and Hazel, making a face at their obvious shock. "What? Child of Hades can't summon the dead if he wants to?"
Jason resisted the urge to counter him but thought it best to not. With his luck, Nico would set one of the passing dead men on him. Looking down below them, below the waters' surface but still visible through the murk and current, he caught sight of more bodies, legs kicking frantically but effectively in a modified underwater freestyle, and the occasional tail with its powerfully elongated movements. Somehow, he hadn't exactly thought of any dead Mer being risen, though it did make sense. And would prove useful.
Frank took off at full speed again, making room for the undead to pass and finding they were already accommodating for him, anticipating his path and steering clear.
Piper saw them coming and didn't really need an explanation as to what was going on - or didn't want one at present which no one argued with.
They set off once more, watching the pieces of rock sail by and the first few undead soldiers to reach them climbing fearlessly up the sides.
The final island came into view and they rushed up to the bank, all five - well, maybe not Frank - prepped to jump to the explanation…
But no one was there.
It should have been Calypso, she was the last of them, but there was no goddess there to greet them when they surfaced.
"You don't think she fell, do you? Got knocked off?" Piper whispered.
"Maybe," Hazel said. "But for some reason I don't think she'd have let that happen - unless something else happened…"
"Alright, let's go. No one separates though. We're all together on this." Jason backed up and stepped back into the water, Frank flipped his tail with anxious enthusiasm, and Hazel, Piper, and Nico grudgingly slid in behind them, holding tightly to Frank's back. All prepared to submerge as Jason swirled the water into a small cyclone which became a small air bubble which grew until it could accommodate all the companions.
And together the dove into the sea in order to escape the sea.
