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Chapter 15- Everything Blows Up in Danny's Face

Danny's POV

I dreamt soon after I went unconscious. What I dreamt of was… different than what I dreamt of the past few nights. Instead of just seeing things, I just heard things.

"Aha!" A rough voice yelled, which I recognized from my first dream. It was the Cyclops. Someone yelped,

"Dear! I didn't… you were so very quiet!" I recognized that voice too, it was the goat boy, Grover.

"You were unraveling! So that was the problem!" The Cyclops, Polyfumes, I think?

"Uh… Oh… No. I-I wasn't…" Grover started saying

I heard a swooshing sound, as if someone was picking up their cell phone, and heard Polifomus command, "Come!" then there was a dragging noise and clopping and clattering. The clopping and clattering sounded something like if you were trying to get your shoes on in a hurry. After a few seconds of the dragging, clattering, and clopping, it stopped. Then there was a noise of something heavy crunching over small things, such as rocks. Once again, the dragging noise started.

When it stopped, I felt some sort of power; a warm feeling. I heard Grover whimper, and Polyfumes say, "Yep, see over there? Stole that from heroes long time ago, fleece is the prize of my collection. And since I stole fleece, free food! Satyrs good eatin'! And now…" There was the sound similar to two swords scraping together, or scissors snipping together or apart; Grover yelped, and I thought he had been discovered and was now next on the menu.

"Put that on spinning wheel!" I heard Polyphomus say, wondering if he was telling Grover something, or saying a phrase such as, 'Take that!'. "Magic. Cannot be unraveled." Okay so he was still alive.

"Oh… umm…"

"Poor, poor Honeypie!" Polyphemus, yeah I think I got it right that time, said. "Bad weaver. Not to worry. Thread will solve problem. Finish wedding train by tomorrow!" Alive until tomorrow, at least.

"Oh, isn't that…" I could hear the disappointment in Grover's voice. That's when it ended.

The first thing that happened after I became conscious: my ghost sense went off. Then again, and again, and again. It was almost as if every breath I took my ghost sense went off. I looked over to my side and saw that Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson were all in hammocks similar to mine. I looked to the other side and saw a very pale man standing over me, wearing a Confederates Civil War uniform, giving me the "hate eye".

"Oh goody, the Yankee is awake." As he moved, I noticed that only part of his face was covered in skin, most of it was bare skull. He was a ghost. I jumped out of bed and yelled,

"Going ghost!" and became my alter-ego. I jumped at the surprised spook, punching him in the face with my fist, charged with ectoplasmic energy. He yelped as he slammed into the wall, pulling out a gun and pointing it at me. I charged him again, this time throwing three ecto-blasts at him just as he fired his gun. I instinctively became intangible and flinched at the sound of the barrel going off. The ghost was hit on one of his arms, his chest, and his hat.

The man fired again, and while he was firing, I realized it wasn't even ectoplasmic; the bullets would just pass through me in my ghost form, even when I was tangible! I became tangible, and pulled out my thermos, I pointed it and fired. The ghost managed to fire one more time before he was sucked in, and I capped the thermos. As I grinned in triumph, I felt searing pain from my left arm shoot through my body. I looked at my arm, and saw a large gash that would end up a scar even though I could heal better than most thanks to my ghost powers.

It seemed impossible; there was no one else in the room except the ghost, and he had a mortal gun! I scanned the poorly lit room and found the bullet holes. And there was my answer. The bullets were celestial bronze.

"Danny! What happened?" I looked across the room to see that Annabeth had been awoken by the gun fires, I looked over to Percy who was still asleep, and Tyson who had already awoke too.

"We have to get out of here! There are ghosts everywhere!" I said frantically. I tried to phase through the ceiling to get a better view of where we were, but the ship was also giving off ectoplasmic energy, I couldn't pass through it.

"Danny it's…" Annabeth started to say but was interrupted by a gruff voice.

"Is everything okay? We heard gunshots…" I turned around just in time to see the three ghost's eyes widen in disbelief. "Holy… It's the halfa!" one of the other ghosts behind him said,

"Isn't he wanted in, you know, our zone?" He asked referring to the ghost zone.

"Yes. But that is not our current objective. We should apprehend him though and turn him in after this quest…" The one in front said. I dove towards our duffel bag, and grabbed the still open sword, then flying at the ghosts. They took out their guns and fired as I became intangible. I sliced the legs off the first ghost as I sucked him into the thermos, and the others fired again. I dodged them blasted the ghosts with twin ectoplasmic bolts of lightning. I sucked the first one into the thermos, and I was hit over the head with what I assumed was the end of the gun. Everything went black and I changed back to human form.

When I came to Annabeth was yelling at Clarisse, (woah, Clarisse is on board :o), who was yelling commands at another ghost. I sprang back up and went ghost, ready to pulverize and suck up what was left of who ever knocked me out. I was then caught in mid-air by Tyson.

"Let go of me!" I yelled at him, struggling to get out of his grip. I tried to become intangible, but for some reason I couldn't!

"No! Don't attack dead people" Tyson bellowed back at me.

"Ughhhh! They're ghosts! They need to be put back in the ghost zone! We were obviously captured by them, and now we need to escape!" I struggled further and almost lost my temper, "Now let go you one eyed freak before I blow your head off!" That caught Tyson,

"SHUT UP!" He pushed me into the wall so hard that the wood cracked

"Ow" Tyson sat down onto his hammock and started bawling. How Percy could sleep through this, I had no clue. I jumped at the ghost, but I stopped before Clarisse could skewer me with her spear.

"Take one more step forward and I'll fry you!" Clarisse scowled at me, spear end sparking.

"What's wrong with you guys? I'm trying to save you from the ghosts!" I scowled right back at her.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you! The ghosts are on our side thunder head!" Annabeth yelled at me.

"What?" I doubt it. They were trying to trick us by helping us.

"They were summoned by Ares for Clarisse's quest!" Annabeth said. Alright that is remotely believable; if they volunteered… well it would be different. I'm still going to keep an eye on them still.

Moments later, another ghost-soldier came down and reported, "We're about to enter."

"Good. Everyone lets go above deck." Clarisse said. I didn't know what she meant, but I followed Annabeth and Clarisse out the door, staying in ghost form and keeping an eye on the soldiers. I stopped at the door when I realized we were short of two people, Tyson and Percy. I turned around to see that Percy was still sleeping; he could come when he's awake. Then I looked over to Tyson, who was still bawling on his hammock. I looked at him with regret about what I said earlier; but hey, he was a big guy. He'll get over it, and I'll apologize to him later.

On the top deck, it was hazy, and I could barely see a thing farther from the boat's deck. I heard someone climb up the stairs behind me, and I turned around to see Tyson, his eye red from crying.

"Sound the alarm to alert and awaken all your men!" Clarisse told one of the Confederates as she went back down the stairs.

"Aye, m'lady." He walked to another section of the boat, and soon after the alarm was sounded, Percy came up the stairs.

Annabeth looked worried, and said "What's wrong Percy? Another dream?" He nodded, but didn't say anything. After Clarisse came back upstairs, she grabbed binoculars from a ghost soldier, and looked towards the west.

"At last." She said, still peering into the binoculars. "Full steam ahead!" I tried to see what she was looking at, but I couldn't see through the haze. I heard Tyson mutter something about pistons to Percy, but that wasn't what I was focused on. I was staring at a mountainous island, and a storm was brewing south of that.

"Is it a hurricane?" Annabeth asked.

"Nope, Charybdis."

"What?" Annabeth began to pale "Are you crazy?"

"It's the only way into the Sea of Monsters. You have to go in-between Charybdis and her sister Scylla." Clarisse said as she pointed to the cliff of the island. This was ridiculous. It was simple; go around Charybdis and Scylla.

"Um, hello? Why don't we take the much more difficult path AROUND Charybdis and Scylla?" I asked will heavy sarcasm. Clarisse rolled her eyes at me.

"You don't know anything about the Sea of Monsters do you? If you tried to go around them they would just appear in your way again. This is the only way to get to the Sea of Monsters. Duh." Clarisse and Annabeth began debating about something, and I told them,

"I'm going to go see these sisters." I flew off the CSS Birmingham and towards the cliff. As I got closer, I became invisible and went closer to a cave on the cliff. When I got closer, as if sensing I was there, a blur of green and brown shot out of the cave, and nearly grabbed me. I flew away top speed, and ended up looking down at a giant whirlpool; with a huge mouth in the middle. The mouth was all sorts of disgusting, green teeth, huge crooked braces, and almost everything you can imagine stuck in the metal beams. "Ugh, jeez! Floss when you brush your teeth!"

I flew back to the Confederate ship, now not moving, and being pulled in by Charybdis, landing in front of Clarisse. "Are you sure there isn't another way into the Sea of Monsters?"

"I'm not having this argument again." She said just as the captain yelled,

"Starboard and forward guns are in range, Lady Clarisse!"

"Fire!" Clarisse ordered. Three rounds were fired from the cannons, having no effect on the giant mouth. In fact, one even bounced back and hit the Ares flag off the ship.

"Hmmmmm… Yeah. That worked." I said. Clarisse scowled at me and ordered them to fire again. The canons were reloaded and fired once more at the monster, still having no effect. After the second round, the ship all of a sudden started shuddering to life, and moving away from the monster.

"Tyson did it!"Annabeth said.

"But we need to stay close!" Clarisse said.

"Um, do you want to die? Or possibly clean those teeth while going down? If you don't we'll have to get out of here!" I tried to convince the queen of stubbornness. All of a sudden, the mouth closed, and the sea was calm. Then it immediately opened, spewing everything she couldn't eat; like a certain useless cannon ball the came back and hit the side of the ship.

A huge wave hit us, we started spinning out of control, it seemed like we might capsize. But we didn't, instead we headed to the mountain and cliff side. A soldier burst out from the stair case, and reported that the engine was about to blow.

"What about Tyson?" Percy asked worriedly.

"He's till down there, somehow keeping the whole ship together. I don't know how long he can last. We need to abandon ship!" He said desperately.

"NO!" The queen of stubbornness struck again.

"We don't have a choice m'lady. The hull is about ready to crack apart. She…" He was cut off by a familiar green brown blur, snatching him up to the cliff.

"It's Scylla!" Another ghost soldier said as another leathery blur grabbed him; I tried to blast the monster, but it was way too fast.

"Everyone get in the lifeboats!" Annabeth yelled.

"We'd never get clear of the cliff alive." Clarisse stated.

"We have to at least try." Annabeth said. I ran towards Annabeth and we prepped a lifeboat. "Percy the thermos!"

"I can't leave Tyson!" Percy said as he threw Annabeth the thermos. "You take this, I'll get Tyson!"

"Percy, you can't! The heat will kill you!" Annabeth yelled, but he did it anyways. But he didn't make it to the boiler room; he was snatched up by Scylla. I sighed.

"I'll get Tyson." I told her.

"Danny…" But I was already halfway down there. I yelled

"TYSON!" But by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, the engines were too close to blowing, I put a shield up and there was a huge flash.

Next thing I knew, I was flying above the explosion, riding on the shockwave; and then I fell. The shield had done too much to protect me. I couldn't put it down, and it was strong. Too strong. It was seeping my energy from me as I fell, and I was unable to fly. As I fell, I realized something. Tyson was dead. No one could survive that unless they were protected as much as I was. And as I crashed into the ocean and became human, I had two realizations. One: the last thing I said to Tyson was that he was a "one eyed freak" AND that I would "blast his head off" I'm a great friend, aren't I? Two: from what I heard, gods don't like other god's kids being in their territory, and I was currently sinking into the Sea God's domain.

A/N: From now on I will try and update every Monday and Friday. Also, I'm trying to make my characters become less out of character. Please read and review