Hey guys I know it's taken me a long time to update, but here is my next chapter. I will try to update a little bit more quickly. In the mean time I do have a lot of pre-written fan fiction I could throw at you if you'd want to read them while waiting for the next update.

I have a Percy Jackson and Maximum ride crossover fan fiction, Ultimate Spider man fan fiction, Rise of the Guardians fan fiction, Transformers Prime and animated crossover fan fiction, regular transformers Prime fan fiction, Drake and Josh fan fiction and some more. Just tell me what you'd like to see and I will start posting that too.

Disclaimer, I DON'T own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus, they belong to Rick Riordan and all the characters in the fan fictions I've listed in the top belong to their respectful owners.

Percy had missed the taste of the homemade stew that Calypso cooks on her island. It was kind of comforting to be able to sit an relax, even if it was briefly. With his tummy warm and full the son of Poseidon began to feel sleepy. Being in Tartarus didn't give him much of a chance to sleep, he was too anxious. Annabeth was being held captive by Gaea. He couldn't rest. He had to save Annabeth and Leo.

"I have to go." He told Calypso.

Percy sat up and stretched. He could just take the boat off of the island. Would he just end up back at camp? The son of Poseidon refused to think about going anywhere when his friends were in danger, especially when it was Annabeth who was at risk. The boat would take him where it needed to go, right?

"You can't." Calypso sighed. "The boat hasn't shown up. Leo and I realized that it won't show up until I want whoever is on the island to stay with me."

Percy whistled, "That is a double whammy. Sorry..."

The son of Poseidon wished there was more he could do for Calypso. He wondered why the gods wouldn't have freed her off of the island. Zeus had said it was as good as done after the battle of Manhattan. And what about the other children of titans who were also imprisoned? His head hurt just thinking about them. Had he really failed to save them from their eternal punishment.

"You really did ask the gods to free me?" Calypso asked. "I was told about it, but freedom never...I could never..."

He nodded, "I asked them to free you. I'm sorry that I didn't make sure they did."

"And it was unfair of me to curse that girl of yours, no doubt where you were you must have found out about it."

Percy rubbed the back of his head. A shiver ran down his spine remembering Annabeth's unseeing eyes. He felt so helpless, she was stumbling blindly around and he couldn't do anything about it. The son of Poseidon really regretted making Annabeth go through that twice and he regretted Calypso feeling that alone. Sighing Percy let his body fall back to the ground.

For a moment Percy closed his eyes. He remained still as he listened to the crashing waves again. It reminded him of Montauk, the summers he and his mother spent at that secluded and beautiful beach. Memories of splashing around in the ocean while wearing his normal cloths flashed vividly behind his eyelids. Percy missed the simpler times. He missed the innocence of being oblivious. He missed his family. He missed his life.

"Brave one?" Calypso's voice brought him out of his silent musing. "Are you alright? You're crying."

"Wa.."

Quickly his hand flew up to his cheek and sure enough he could feel the cold trail of tears running down his face. He hadn't even realized that he had been crying until that moment. 'Cut it out' he scolded himself. The young demigod regained his composer and tried to act as if nothing were wrong. He knew it was a long shot, but he believed it was worth a try. Percy was furious with himself, why would he show that kind of weakness, especially now. The last time he really remembered crying was when he thought his mother had been killed.

"I'm fine Calypso." He assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "How about we find something productive to do? Like think of a way to stop Gaea's current plan."

Calypso stood and held out her hand. "Come."

Percy obeyed, only holding her hand long enough to get to his feet. As he and Calypso walked he let his gaze go up to the sky, wondering if the gods were still half crazy, or if there was a shrink who could handle all of those mental cases. He chuckled slightly and continued to follow Calypso to another side of the island. As they walked deeper and deeper through the island forest Percy noticed a pond. Sitting just on the bank of the small body of water there was a little wooden boat.

Momentarily distracted, Percy veered from his path behind Calypso and wondered over to the tiny vessel. It was about the same size as the boat that the Roman camp classified as their 'aquatic' transportation, but unlike the Roman's boat this one was well taken care of. Curiously, he searched for the oars. Percy rocked the boat back and forth on the sand. He lifted it up hoping to find the paddles underneath it, but to his disappointment there were none.

His gaze drifted longingly out to the water. He may have had a fear of suffocation, but his love for all things aquatic hadn't been tainted too much. Percy was too suborn to be afraid of the water. He forgot about Calypso for a moment as he walked into the water. The moment it had touched his skin he felt energy return to him, no longer did he feel sleepy. He loved being in the water, it was almost like he was on top of the world.

"Percy." Calypso giggled. "What are you doing brave one?"

He looked down and realized that he had walked to the center of the pond. With a child like quality the son of Poseidon pointed to the boat sitting lonely on the shore.

"Where are the paddles?" He asked.

The sea nymph shrugged, her brown hair bouncing with her shoulders, "I am not sure. I forgot I even had this boat. And no it won't take you off the island."

Percy pouted for a moment, "What's the point of having a boat with no paddles?"

"It is a sad sight." Calypso agreed ruefully. "When things return to normal I can ask Hephaestus to build me some paddles."

A grin spread on Percy's face. He had a great idea on how to try and make up for leaving Calypso alone. He could show her that they could be friends. After returning to the shore Percy grabbed onto the end of the boat farthest from the water. Just behind him he could hear Calypso commenting on how dry he was.

"Get in." He told her, his smile unchanged.

"Brave one, aren't we a little old to 'play pretend'?" Calypso asked as she took a seat on the bow seat of the boat. "We have no paddles."

"Who said anything about 'pretend'?" Percy asked as he pushed the wooden vessel into the water. As soon as it was floating he jumped in. "I'm going to show you what a speed boat is like."

Feeling the familiar tug in his gut Percy willed the water to push them quickly through the water. At first Calypso was weary, clutching the sides of the boat fearfully. He watched as she slowly relaxed. His smile widened as he watched her thrust her hand into the mist being created by their speed. A rainbow formed around them and Calypso laughed happily.

"This is incredible!"

"You know I bet you Leo could make a faster boat." Percy told her. "He's really good at building."

Calypso nodded. "I know. He is quite gifted."

For the next twenty minutes the two of them raced through the water. With teary eyes Calypso turned to Percy. She didn't need to say anything, Percy knew she was very happy and knowing that ebbed away some of his guilt. He again brought himself back into thoughts of fighting Gaea and saving Annabeth and Leo. Without warning, he was wrenched away from his plans when the boat gave a sudden jolt and then another. Calypso was flung back towards him.

"Umph!" He grunted as he was knocked back. The boat stopped and began bobbing in the water gently. "What happened?"

"I...I don't know," Calypso stammered. "The waves just started getting rough."

After a long moment, Percy realized the position they were in. The two of them were tangled, frantically trying to separate themselves. Many apologies were exchanged between them. Percy let out a hiss when Calypso pushed down too hard on his stomach.

"I'm sorry." She pleaded and moved her elbow. "This is very difficult."

When they were successfully detached each let out a sigh of relief. Percy could see that Calypso's face was flushed with embarrassment. What had caused the boat to buck chaotically as it had?

"How about we figure out a plan back on land?" Calypso suggested. He nodded and willed the boat back to shore.

Trust me this is not a Perlypso story. I will update as soon as I can.