"You ready?" questioned Annabeth when she met up with Pez after the camp had gone to sleep.

"Are you sure we should do this? Chiron said that we weren't supposed to go on a quest." Pez really could care less about what Chiron said, but he sure didn't want to go on some quest to save him.

"Since when do you follow the rules?"

"Since today. I've decided to change my ways starting now. I'm a new person."

She frowned. "Pez," she sighed.

"I know, I know. For you."

They started walking down Half - Blood Hill together.

"Where are we even going?" he asked.

"Calypso's island."

"No shit, Sherlock." She glared at him. "Where is that?"

"In the ocean."

"Where in the ocean?"

"You know. . ."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah you do."

"Do you even know where we're going?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"No."

"I thought you were Miss I-know-everything?"

"Shut up."

He laughed slightly as they kept on walking.

"The New York Bay, please," Annabeth told the cab driver, as he nodded in understanding.

"So we're just going to be sailing around aimlessly, looking for some random island that's supposed to be unfindable?" asked Pez.

"Pretty much."

"Wow, Annie." She glared at him for using the dreaded nickname her step mom gave her when she was little. "That is a great plan. Even I couldn't think of that." If looks could kill. "Kidding. Chillax a bit, Annabeth."

"I'm fine," she said. "I just haven't been on a quest in a while, that's all."

"Whatever."

Shortly afterward, they had arrived at their destination. They stepped out of the cab after handing the man his earnings.

"So," breathed Annabeth, "How're we going to do this?"

"Like so," Pez said before taking her hand and running down the dock, up to a small, lonely little ship near the end. It was quite beat up, and seriously needed a new paint job. On the side of the boat in small print read Betsy.

"A boat named Betsy?" she asked. "How stupid! This person could be a bit more creative."

"Oh well. Come on." He grabbed her hand again and started heading towards Betsy.

"Woah, wait, what're you doing?"

He gave her a skeptical look. "We're going on the boat to go sailing for who knows how long to look for your little fag friend."

"But don't we have to like, pay or something?"

"The whole point of stealing is the not paying part, Annabeth."

"We can't steal!"

He quickly covered her mouth with his hand and looked around to make sure nobody heard. "Be quiet," he hissed before she pushed his hand away. "And maybe you can't, but I sure can. Stealing is my middle name."

"I thought it was Evil?"

"Stealing, Evil, same thing."

She smiled a bit, but it quickly faded. "I don't want to steal, Pez."

"Don't think of it as stealing," he persuaded as he grabbed her hand again and started walking towards the boat. They were soon standing on the deck, and Pez was untieing their ropes. "Think of it as borrowing without asking."

She sighed. "Fine." But she didn't have much of a choice, seeing as they were already a few feet away from land.

"This is a sucky boat. Couldn't you have taken like a cruise ship or something?"

"Hmm, I'd like too, but a cruise ship is just a tad bit too hard to hide. Sorry."

"Ugh. You could've at least gotten a ship with plumbing."

"Hey, I was under some pressure there. Cut me some slack."

"Whatever."

"So, what do ya wanna do?" he asked. "I saw the bed in the captain's quarters, and it doesn't look like it's been used yet. Wanna break it in?" With a wink and a smile, he thought he had it in the bag.

Maybe not. "How many times do I have to tell you, Pez?"

"No sex until marriage."

"Exactly."

"Wanna get married?"

"No!"

"Are you sure, cuz we could just like sail over to one of those floating wedding chapels, or something. Shoot, we could even have a dolphin wed us. That'd be a story for the little ones."

"You're so stupid, Pez."

"Is that a no?"

She rolled her eyes, and continued to venture the boat.

"Are you even supposed to be on a boat?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, isn't Poseidon your mom's, like, worst enemy?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, are we going to die soon from a whale attack or something?"

"I don't think so. Poseidon kind of laid off the whole hating me thing once Percy and I got together."

They were both silent for a while, until Pez spoke what was on both of their minds. "But you're not with Percy anymore."

Annabeth gnawed on her bottom lip. "I'm sure we're fine."

They were quiet for some time again, until Pez broke it again. "So if we die from a whale attack, it's your fault?"

"I don't think you can die from a whale attack."

"Uh, hello? It's in their freaking name. Killer whales."

"Killer whales aren't even whales. They're dolphins."

"What? That is a lie."

"It's not, I swear."

"Then why don't they call them killer dolphins?"

"I don't know. For the same reason they call sea horses, sea horses. They obviously are not horses."

"Yeah. People are so stupid sometimes."

"Yep."

There was silence for a while.

"So now what do we do?"

"I have no idea."

". . . Wanna make out?"

". . . Sure."

. . . So. How's it going? Haven't seen you guys in a while, now have I? Well, I have reasons for that. 1. School 2. My computer stopped working 3. We currently don't have Internet so right now I'm kinda 'borrowing' it from our neighbors and 'borrowing' my brother's laptop 4. I just couldn't even think of anything for this chapter, which is also why this chapter is sucky, less than 1000 words, and a filler. Next chapter is better! I swear to the gods! I've already started it, and it seems alright so far.

So yeah. And I promise the next chapter won't take like 2 or 3 weeks or whatever. I promise!

So review! I give you permission to yell at me. You don't have to, but you can.

:) Jordan