Nico ran jogged alongside Annabeth on their way to the waters edge. Nico lacked exercise, so this short jog heaved a great weight on his slow lungs. He was about as sweaty and tired as a slab of boiled cheese. Out, of the lobe of his ear he heard Annabeth sigh.
"Annabeth," Nico heaved. "It's going to be all right. We're going to save Percy."
She looked at him with her beautiful dust colored eyes.
"Oh Nico," she said. "That's not what I'm sad about. It's just that I'm trying to think of how this chunk of meat will lead us to the poison's cure, but I'm just not that smart. I bet you can figure it out."
Nico was puzzled by Annabeth's words.
"But your a daughter of Athena!" Nico exclaimed.
"Nico, you know as well as I do that even with that godly quality, I still am pretty dumb," she said truthfully.
After Nico thought about it, he realized that she was right. In the Sea of Monsters movie, she almost unleashed the world's winds inside a mail room. You gotta admit that that's a person with fat chili wit.
Nico tried to think about the chunk o' meat, but nothing arose in his small lumpy brain. Another question came up. Who was that voice in the heavens that had told them about the meat in the first place? Was it Zues? Or maybe it was a very loud bird.
Annabeth and Nico quickly reached the shoreline. The two demigods looked around the beach. A loud cawing reached their ears. The owner of this sound was a seagull that was pecking at a chunk of meat. The destined chunk of meat that the heaven's voice was talking about.
The crow's beady black eyes glared at them while its beak pecked in a precautionary way. He suddenly hopped down from the meat and waddled toward them. Flies immediately surrounded the meat, but they soon all dropped dead. Nico wondered if it was because the meat represented poison, but why hadn't the bird died? The crow stood in front of them. It's unusually tiny pin head swiveled up to face them. When it opened it's beak Nico was surprised to hear the English language come out. Annabeth fainted on the spot. The dignified crow didn't even glance at her. Nico was not in the mood to help Annabeth. The bird stood still. To ease Nico's frightened jitters, he turned on his jig and danced along. The crow spoke again in a feminine voice.
"When you see your cure it does not seem like the right thing, but it disappears quickly. Nico, young lad, you will face losses. Be prepared. The life of your dying friend depends on the spirt of you. Come out of the shadows and good might become of you."
"Wh-who are you?" Nico asked.
"I was cursed long ago by my master. I will only be unleashed when My master is defeated by someone with greater power, but this power is not always found in strength." she explained.
The crow flapped its wings and glided into the nearby trees. Nico knew how to get the cure. It all depended on his chop opening irish jig.