Here we go!

"Annabeth."

"Mmm."

"Annabeth!" This is accompanied by a laugh, and I peel one eye open.

"What?"
"Sh, everyone's sleeping," Percy says.

"Why'd ya wake me up, then?"

"Because I'm awake. So we have to play!"
"Go play by yourself."

"Do you wanna build a sandcastle?"
[A/N—Frozen!]

"Nope."

"Do you wanna do something?"
"Sure. I wanna sleep."
"Please?"
I frown. Stupid, gorgeous sea-green eyes.

"Fine."

He gives a silent cheer of joy and climbs down the tree.

"Catch!" I yell-whisper, and fling myself off the branch. He catches me, one hand under my knees, other under my back. He frowns.

"I might not have caught you."
"But you did."
"But I might not have!"
"Calm down, Percy. Let's go play."
He sets me down and we race to the beach, the air pleasantly cool. But the water is nice and warm on my toes.

"Shall we swim?" He asks. I glance back at the tree, full of sleeping friends.

"We might want to move down a bit," I suggest. He agrees, and we walk, hand in hand, down the beach on the firmer sand. When we're a good distance away, I pull him back, back to me, and give him a good, long, sweet kiss. He smiles at me when we pull apart.

"What was that for?" He mumbles.
I shrug. "Nothing," I murmur, slowly tracing his jawline with my fingertips.

"Didn't feel like nothing."
"It was because I love you."
"I love you."

We stand there for a few more seconds, the waves brushing our ankles, until he pulls away and pulls of his shirt and pants, so he's only wearing underwear.

I do the same, and we wade into the surf. It makes us feel clean, so he maneuvers the water into a squirt and uses it to wash our hair and bodies.
"Thank you," I say, wringing out my hair.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm…" I start to point at the beach, but the look on his face makes me stop. "What?"
He grins. "We haven't even played!"

With that, the waves yank me back, and I go swirling into his arms, while he laughs. I pout.

"No fair, Percy. We're in the ocean."
"Aw, poor Annabeth!"
I smirk, then reach out with my leg and pull his knees in, making him fall into the water. Then I stand on him, making him stay under. He laughs, grabs my ankles, and pulls downward so I fall down on top of him. Bubbles fly out of my nose and get bigger, until we're in a large air bubble.
"This is interesting," I say, prodding the side of the bubble.

"Come here," He replies, pulling my head down.

It's a while later until we stand up, wade out of the water and onto shore, and pull our clothes back on. The others wave at us down the beach. When we reach them, Leo's arguing.

"You do too owe me! I said 'bet you ten dollars that they're underwater' and you sort of nodded agreeably, so you owe me ten dollars!"
Jason sighs. "I never agreed to this."
"You nodded."
"I agreed that they were somewhere underwater. I never agreed to bet."
"I did."
"You can't agree something like that by yourself."
"But I already did."
"So bet yourself."
Leo scowls and turns his attention to the food, some berries and roots Reyna recognized.

After a light feasting, we decide to circle around the island to see if we can see any other land. So, after gathering any leftovers and a bunch of the leaves we slept on, we start off. For a while, we make small talk, but after a while, we just walk silently. The beach and jungle all look the same, and the horizon stays decidedly empty.

"Okay, stop," I say finally, and everyone collapses on the sand, feet in the water. "Maybe we should cut through the middle."
"But then we could end up where we started," Malcom counters.

"But we'd be walking less—"
"Through trees and vines and wild animals."
"Plus, a tree would give us better vantage point than the beach."
Malcom considers this, chewing his lip. "Let's vote," he says, finally. "For continuing down the beach?" His hand, Leo's, Frank's, and Jason's go up. "For cutting through the jungle?" Mine, Percy's, Piper's, Reyna's, and Hazel's go up. "Jungle it is."

So we all turn ourselves, and head into the jungle. It's hot in here, and the trees are close together so we have to walk single file, Percy in the lead. We've gone maybe five yards when he stumbles back, and falls backward, an arrow in his stomach.

The others immediately draw their weapons, on guard, but I can't. I fall to my knees by his head.

"Percy," I whisper as the others fan out, on guard, weapons at the ready. His breathing is shallow, the arrow buried deep. I can tell it hit something; something important in his stomach that keeps him going is ruptured and it can't keep him going anymore.

"Annabeth?" He gasps out. "Stay…"
Tears run down my face, tasting salty on my tongue.
"Percy, don't, I'm gonna…"
"Sh, you'll be okay."
"Shut up! Don't talk about me."
"You'll be here, without me."
"Stop it!" The tears come harder. "I have to, I gotta—"
"Sh, Annabeth. Don't cry."
"But I have to help you!"
"You know where I'm hit, Annabeth. This kind of hit…"
More tears, more salt, more water.

Water.

I stand back up again, and grab him under the shoulders. Piper glances back, once, then goes back to creeping silently through the forest.

"Whee," Percy mumbles as I drag him through the dirt and onto the sand. He leaves a trail of blood, thick and bright on the white grains.

Percy's not the lightest person in the world, and I'm not the strongest. So it takes me longer than I want to reach the water, and I'm stumbling as I near the surf. Finally, my feet hit water, just as Percy's eyes are beginning to close.
"Come on," I gasp. Percy's eyes are fully shut, but he's submerged. The his blood mixes with salt water, turning the water near red and bloody. "Come on!"
The water carries the blood out and away from me, and suddenly I see something out of my peripheral. It's a shark. No, it's three. Heading towards me, towards my dying love. I shakily stand, because even if Percy's dead he's not getting eaten by sharks.

They're fifteen feet away…ten…eight…five…three…two…and they stop. Turn away. I look at Percy, who's blinking, confused.

"Why'd those sharks want to eat me?"
I give a relieved, hysterical laugh and give him a quick kiss, then run up the beach to help my friends.

So I have no idea who the shooter was. I just wanted Percy to get shot. ;D. Please review!
Oh, and this story is now my longest story page-wise, with 102!