Hey readers! Sorry for the short update, a family vacation snuck up on me so I couldn't finish in the time I wanted to, and I didn't have time to edit so please excuse and point out any errors. But anyhow, I promised continuation so the show must go on!
Day 3
I never liked traveling by sea; not much to do, nothing to look at. Oh hey! There's water over there, there's water everywhere! At least in the sky clouds change and birds pass by; nothing but waves and random seaweed floating about. After Nyssa left I headed straight towards the sky, at a nice flying pace but no quicker did I remember that I was chained to travel through the seas. My hands clutched the control panel in front of me and this burden weighed me down, "I'm gonna drive myself crazy." I put my head down. I looked up at the sky to regain some strength or sanity "Gods I hate the ocean." Apollo was up on his chariot making the sun glisten in the water, not enough for an iris message though. I never minded the smell, it actually has a calming effect, but I always hated swimming in it. You can feel the salty water sticking on you and the way the waves push and pull you gets annoying after the fifth time trying to stand up. But what I wouldn't give to be thrown on Calypso's ocean shore.
Festus has been on autopilot since last night, receiving commands from the LFC (Let's Find Calypso, as I recently named it during my short dinner break). Ogygia has been tracked near the Galapagos Islands and we were closing in on the Panama Canal to cross Oceans. The ship jerked and I fell of my chair and onto the hard floor for the 2nd time since this trip started. "How does your stupid island even move!" I shouted to the sky. I mean I know the gods told me the island would still appear and disappear but these locations are gonna throw out my neck! After crashing into the Camp Half-Blood Lake, we headed north with a quick U-turn after only minutes of sailing. "They're doing this just to mess with me agh," I groaned and I lifted myself from the floor and looked at my map. "Now you're near France. Great." My stomach growled and I realized I haven't eaten anything since I woke up. "I guess it's time to make use of my simple kitchen," I said to no one as I walked downstairs to grabsome grub.
The fridge installed was insufficiently stocked to my standards, but I guess that's the price for leaving in a hurry. I grabbed two eggs, some bacon and tortillas; it was a quick breakfast I could whip up before the next jerking turn came. A little sizzle here, a little salt there and walah! I would eat eggs and bacon all the time as a kid, traditional when added with rice and some beans. We used to grow tomatoes and avocados in the back so those were always fresh. I always knew when it would be a full breakfast if my mom sent me out to collect the fruit. "If only you could see how well I make my own meals now. I even make specialty tacos for the group! I could never make them as well you did though," I poured myself some orange juice and grabbed my full plate then sat at the table.
After a few bites I heard a rattling from outside the dining area. "Show yourself!" I jumped from my seat and looked at the door that was now being pounded on. "What's going on here!" I grabbed my fork as the closest weapon and headed for the door. If this was a surprise attack, why would they knock? What's waiting for me outside of this door? My hand slowly turned the handle and I was tackled by… wooden legs? "Buford! It's great to see you pal! How's my favorite table doing?" He stepped right on my gut "Oof! What? I didn't forget about you," For a table, he gave a very impressive cold shoulder. "After the war everything was taken out and placed back in. You helped in the rebuilding! I had to leave without a second word. C'mon Buford, give daddy some love. I could really use it," I whispered the last part to myself. If tables could cross arms, Buford would be an excellent example. "I'll swipe you down just the way you like it," He budged slightly. "With your favorite Lemon Pledge…" I sang to him. He spun around and gave me the warm welcome I knew he usually felt. "Are you excited to travel again?" I grabbed a rag and a bottle of Pledge that I always had in stock "I know I'm not, well I am but I just wish I didn't have to do this alone," He moved his leg as if I were scratching a dog's ear. A good swipe down usually fixes things "But now that you're here, I won't go crazy as fast!" It's been about 3 years since I first adopted Buford as my little pet and I've master the art of 'table reading'. Buford shook his sides opposite of each other, like a see-saw. This translated into 'You're talking to a table, I won't help you stay sane.'
"You're a real help you know that," I sarcastically told him. I sat back down and finished my breakfast. Good thing it was only Buford and not a human stow-away, that would've ruined the mission and set me back who knows how long. "Buford! Let's go to the Captain's Room." After a few steps from the table I fell with a splat to the ground. "Stay still would ya!" I cured the air. Chasing Calypso's island was as easy and chasing Calypso herself. I guess that's why Ogygia moves so much; they are one in the same. And I'm gonna have to separate them... "Dear Zeus, what have I gotten myself into," I lay flat on the floor with my head in my palms as I hear thunder roaring above. Yup, they're getting a kick out of this. I used Bufford to help me up and continue my walk to the Captain's room. I looked on the radar to see where Ogygia positioned itself next. "Greenland, hmm. I hope I packed a sweater,"
A/N: Originally I had planned to combine Day 3 and 4 but Day 4 isn't even presentable, so to apologize with this shorter chapter there will be an update sometime during the week. Reunion is sure to come quickly! Thank you to all the readers who give this story life. You guys are my motivation to write. I'll see you guys like Wednesday or maybe Thursday. Have a happy week and be sure to review on solo Leo.
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