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Annabeth's POV

I decided not to tell Percy about my dream. I had the strangest suspicion of who it was, but she'd told me I was in danger, and that I should be careful who I trust.

"Annabeth, I..." He broke off. We were sitting on the quarterdeck, which had kinda become our place. No one came up here much, except for Grover and Beckendorf.

"What?" I asked, looking at Percy as he sat beside me, staring at his crew as they worked.

He looked up at me. "I'm worried."

I frowned. That never meant anything good.

"Luke's gaining on us. I have a spy. I-" He started babbling but I cut him off my putting a finger to his lips. His gorgeous eyes widened a bit in surprise, and I felt the strong urge to kiss him, to feel his body against mine.

"Let's not talk about that. I don't want to think about our possible doom." I said, and I knew he was thinking the same thing as I was. One of us would die. I prayed to all the gods that nothing would happen to Percy.

We stared into each others eyes for a moment, before Percy closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine. I breathed in his smell of fresh sea breeze and kissed him back. Percy put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. I twined my fingers into his raven-black hair, dipping my head to deepen the kiss. Percy lay down on his back, running his hands along my sides to my back, where they crept under my shirt. My skin tingled where he touched it, like his fingers were sending out electrical currents. I held myself up so I wouldn't be lying on top of him, but he grabbed my shoulders and moved so I was on my back and he was pressed against me.

I traced the tattoo on his forearm and he planted his hands on either side of my head so he wouldn't be squashing me. I reached up and twined my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer to me. I only wanted more, the feel of him against me felt so right- the way his hands glided down my sides, the way his lips were so soft, yet so insistent on mine- but my logical voice screamed that this was wrong. I shut it out, finally listening to the irrational side. If this was what being irrational was, then screw logic!

Percy planted kisses along my jawline and down my neck, before kissing my lips again.

I was about to pull him closer, when he jerked away and threw himself off me, sitting bolt upright. I couldn't stop the disappointed sigh from escaping my lips. "What is it?" I asked.

Without looking at me, he got to his feet and said, "Something's wrong." He drew Riptide and ran from the quarterdeck, probably seeking out Grover.

Sighing again, I walked to the railing, cursing the Fates for ruining the moment. But when I saw what was on the horizon, I stopped dead. My eyes grew impossibly large, and my lips parted to form one word, screamed in a bone-chilling screech. "PERCY!"

I ran after him, thrown against the deck as the Princess Andromeda rocked. Mayhem broke out instantly; pirates scrambling below deck to man the cannons, and I followed Percy, Grover, Beckendorf and Nico to the steering wheel. Percy grabbed the wheel so hard his knuckles went white, and turned to ship so we were facing sideways. There was an expression so full of anger and hatred on his face that made my blood run cold.

Nico grabbed my shoulder, just realising I was there. "Annabeth, go below deck."

What!? NO!" I shook my head. "It'd be more dangerous down there anyway, wouldn't it?" I looked at Grover pleadingly. Another attack rocked the ship, and I stumbled into Nico.

"You're not prepared for this sort of situation." He shouted over the noise, resting his case on the fact that I could hardly stand upright.

A desperate idea formed in my head. "No, wait! I can help! My mother is one of the best battle strategists in the country, I can help."

Nico's shoulders slumped at how clueless I was. "Battle strategy isn't much use if you can't even touch your enemies."

"Exactly!" A loud bang rang out as Percy's crew fired, flaming cannons streaming through the air towards Luke's attacking ships. The Argo followed suit, and even when one of the cannons hit the water instead of a ship, the fire didn't go out. I silently thanked the gods for Leo's invention.

The look on the four men's faces told me that they saw my point. Even though I was happy to finally be following in Athena's footsteps as a strategist, I couldn't help thinking about my dreams, and that woman's warning.

Nico and Grover looked at Percy, and he nodded, some unheard conversation passing between the three of them. Grover turned to me. "Follow me," he said and pulled me to Percy's cabin, having no trouble what so ever with the swaying ship. Once inside, he walked to a map.

I recognised my home island, and the one that Jason and Reyna are from, but there was one small island that I'd never seen before, separated from the other islands by a massive expanse of sea. If you didn't know where you were going, this island would be impossible to find.

I ran a finger over the soft paper. "Where did you find this?"

Grover stood on the opposite side of the desk. "We were raiding a ship in these waters, and Percy found the map. He managed to somehow find that island, but it was before the mess with Percy and Luke, and he hasn't been there since."

"What do mean, he 'somehow managed to find it'?" I pursed my lips.

"It's magic, you can't find unless Calypso wants you to."

Calypso? I'd heard that name before. Something about a goddess, cursed forever to be stuck on her island. Occasionally, the gods would send a man to the island, a man she couldn't help but fall in love with. "Ogygia?"

Grover nodded. "I need you to find a way to detour so we lose Luke, and so he won't be able to follow us. If he follows us there, we'll be able to land too and no one will be safe."

I frowned. I just needed to find an ingenious way to ditch my future husband with getting the ship blown to pieces. Easy.

Bad ending... man writer's block is really killing my stories. Go to Tartarus, freaking writers block!

ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoyed the chapter regardless of its horrible ending. OHHH, Luke attacked the Princess Andromeda, and PERCABETH!

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