...Hey.

So, long story short, you're only getting this chapter because I got a virus on my laptop and had to return to my home computer... And I decided I would write another chapter, since it's been forever. Because I love you guys :D

Anyway, I kind of forgot the significance of the papers in the previous chapter. I know there was significance though. I'll come up with it.

(Whoa, the Jets just made a beautiful pass. Too bad I'm a Steelers fan... :P )

So, yeah, here you go.

Percy Jackson/Logan Lerman
Annabeth Chase/Alexandra Daddario
Tyson/Dylan Patton

Percy Jackson and the Olympians:

The Sea of Monsters

(The sun is slowly rising over the ocean. The sky is bright blue and the sun is dazzling yellow. Pan out to see a white sailboat distantly following an ocean liner. Scene snaps to reveal Percy and Annabeth asleep on the deck of the sailboat. Annabeth is lying on her back, wrapped in a thin blanket, and propped up against Percy. Percy's arm is gently wrapped around her and resting on her stomach. The sun shines in Percy's eyes, and he wakes up, frustrated. He blinks a few times up into the sun, and then down at his arm that is holding Annabeth. He glances around a few times, confused, and slowly removes his arm. Annabeth stirs. Percy starts to freak out and flips to his other side, pretending to be asleep facing away from Annabeth. Annabeth wakes up, shielding her eyes from the sun and sitting up. She looks over at Percy, and smiles as the wind gently tosses her hair. Her expression turns angry as her eyes narrow, and then she sighs and shakes her head as she wipes the emotion off her face and reaches over, gently shaking Percy.)

"Hey," Annabeth whispered. "Percy, wake up."

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes like I'd just woken up. I stretched my back and then sat forward, staring at the blanket that covered my legs. Annabeth folded her hands and set them in her lap. Neither of us said anything for a minute. Eventually, I looked up with just my eyes, and we locked gazes.

"Good morning," Annabeth said. I smiled and looked down again. She laughed. I exhaled stood up. Annabeth pushed herself off the floor with her hand and joined me as I placed my hands on my hips and looked out to sea. She glanced in the direction I was looking. Her eyes narrowed against the sun.

"Is that the ship we're supposed to be following?" She asked.

"Yep," I replied. She turned around to face me.

"Works for me," she said, showing no emotion on her face. She turned, picked up the blanket she was using earlier, and started to fold it. I rolled my eyes.

"Are we gonna talk about this?" I asked, frustrated. Annabeth looked up at me mid-fold, shocked. I looked at her expectantly and she sighed, dropping the blanket and sitting on a trunk that was on the boat. I sat down next to her and leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands on my legs. I looked over at Annabeth, who was staring into the distance as our boat continued to steer itself.

"I..." she began. "I, um... About yelling at you yesterday-"

"It's okay," I interrupted. "I started it. I think." Annabeth pursed her lips.

"Probably." She took a deep breath. "I'm still sorry," she said quickly and quietly. I looked up and met her gaze.

"It's just... we're not supposed to get along," she told me. "But we do."

"Sometimes," I added. Annabeth half-smiled.

"Sometimes," she agreed. At that moment, a menacing rustling noise came from behind the wheel of the boat. Annabeth jumped up.

"What's that?" she asked, pulling out a hunting knife. I stood up and began to dig in my jeans pocket for my sword. Then Tyson's face poked out from behind the wheel. Annabeth gasped for air. I sighed with relief and stepped forward defensively.

"Gods, Tyson, you scared us!" Annabeth shouted.

"Tyson, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Tyson shrugged and stepped out from behind the wheel.

"Wanted to see what you were up to. Sneaking around... I thought..." Tyson looked from Annabeth to me, and then winked.

I could feel my face get red. Annabeth coughed nervously.

"Now I see. You want to save camp."

"Yeah," I said. "And why are you here?"

Tyson blinked at me.

"... Wanted to protect you," he said, slightly confused. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" I asked. Annabeth looked at me.

"Percy, you know who the parent of a Cyclops is, right?" she asked.

"Um... no?" I replied. Annabeth and Tyson shared a look, which was weird, and then thy both stared at me.

"What?" I demanded. "Who is it?"

Annabeth's gaze was intense.

"A Cyclops is a child of Poseidon," she said. "That makes Tyson your brother."

Ta-daah! I forgot to add how Tyson is Percy's brother... so I added it. :D

And now I take my leave. I have school in the morning and it's almost 9:30. I probably have homework. Oh well!

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