Okay, I know I said it'd be out, blah blah blah. But it's not, cuz I, as I said earlier, am horrible with schedules. And other things, too, but mostly schedules. I'm not making anymore false promises. So, here I go: I'm gonna try to update a couple times a week, probably about every other day, so if you get a bonus chapter spawned from my boredom, then that's a pleasant unexpected surprise! I may be inconsistent this week because I have state testing! Yippee! It's basically sitting at a computer for three friggen hours answering questions about English one day, math another, etc. And it goes on for the entire week! It's basically MAP testing, if you know what that is.

Back on topic.

Thanks a bunch to my first review from the guest! It might've made my night, and made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

But wow! When I checked on the story this morning, it had 2-300 views and one follow/favorite, and 12 hours later, something happened and I got 3/4 more follows/favorites and a review! What in the world happened? I have something to say: this is the first story I've written that was read by people who aren't related to me, so if I seem unsure...

Keep reading and review!

—Alex

(Will's POV)

"The death of one shall result in another's curse." Malcolm finished his prophecy, for what seemed like the millionth time today. The mess hall was completely silent. I wished someone would say something, anything.

After an extremely long silence, Chiron spoke up. "And a few other announcements: we have a capture the flag game tomorrow, and the Hunters are staying here for awhile." A collective groan was heard across the hall. "I know, I know, but it's only for a week or two. Just try not provoke them too much, okay?"

The rest of the meal was uneventful. We ate, we sacrificed some food, we talked. I snuck some food in my bag for Annabeth and Percy.

After lunch, Malcolm, Irida, and I made our way back to our cabins. I grabbed my questing bag and my bow and arrows.

I ran all the way to the hill. Will and Irida were already there, standing next to Thalia's tree, looking out at the camp. Argus was there, too, holding the shiny Camp Half-Blood van keys.

"Did ya grab everything?" Malcolm asked me when I reached them on the hill.

I shot him a withering glare. "You know what, if you start bleeding out from a monster attack, you'll be glad I brought my medical supplies, Pace."

Irida snickered. Argus grunted and loaded our stuff into the van.

Finally, we were on the road. The scenery passed us by, from forest to countryside until we were in the city.

At last, after a few hours, we crossed over a bridge into Manhattan. He dropped us at the the pier in upper bay. It was clear that we had to find our own way to the Sea of Monsters.

"Now what do we do, Malcolm?" I asked, turning to him.

"Leave that to me, boys." Irida said confidently, and knelt at the edge of the dock. She started muttering a prayer. "Ω Ίρις, θεά του ουράνιου τόξου, παρακαλούμε να μας δώσετε κάποια μεταφορά." (Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please give us some transportation.)

Suddenly, a multicolored boat appeared on the horizon, quickly moving towards us.

"Nice boat," I muttered, and Irida punched me in the arm.

"Shut up," she muttered back.

The boat tied itself to the docks, everything moving on its own. The boat was actually like a yacht, with cabins below deck and a little cabin that appeared to house some kind of armory sat above deck. The sails seemed to be made out of tie-dyed shirts, and each plank was a different color.

Malcolm coughed. "How're we supposed to sneak up on anything with the SS Rainbow over here blasting our presence to any ship within a mile of this thing?"

"The SS Rainbow," murmured Irida, "I like it!"

Malcolm sighed as I started laughing. "Well, let's board her!" I said, once I recovered from my laughing fit. "Time's a wastin'!"

We climbed on deck and looked around. There were four nice cabins below deck—each with rainbow color scheme, of course—with a bathroom in each, a small kitchen, fully stocked with food, and a place where you could fire cannonballs from.

Above decks, there was just the sail and ropes, and the armory. The armory was a closet sized structure with weapons, a lot of weapons. There were arrows either celestial bronze tips, celestial bronze swords, daggers, spears, and every other weapon you could think of. Shields and armor lined the walls, in every shape and size.

"Woah," Malcolm and I breathed as we walked in.

"Boys and their toys," muttered Irida. "Come on, you two."

We dumped our stuff in our cabins and walked upstairs.

"You got any idea how to drive this thing?" I asked her.

"Some," she replied, staring at the steering wheel. "Untie the ropes!" She yelled suddenly. I thought she meant me and Malcolm, but suddenly—and fortunately—the ropes unraveled from the docks.

"Woah," Malcolm breathed next to me.

"Set our course to Circe's Island!" She yelled, and the yacht responded to her command. The boat lurched, and we were on our way.

"I'm out," Malcolm and I said in unison. His face was a pale color, and I wanted to let Percy and Annabeth roam around the cabin.

"Oh alright, leave me up here, alone, on our way to the Bermuda Triangle!" She called after us. "¡Muy brillante!"

Malcolm rushed to his bathroom, as I did to my room, and shut the door. I sat on my floor and opened my satchel, and got a horrible smell. "Gods, what is that?" I muttered, and pulled out Annabeth and Percy. They looked absolutely mortified, although I had no idea why. I set them down gently on my floor, and looked in my bag. Inside the bag, littered on the spare clothes I put down as a liner, were tiny little poop droppings, as well as a splotch of pee.

I finally understood why the little guinea pigs looked so mortified. "Oh, I'm so sorry, guys. I should've taken you out earlier." I took out the soiled clothes and laid them out on the floor. "You can go to the bathroom here, if you want." I pulled out two bowls and a bag of lettuce. I filled the first bowl with lettuce and filled the other with water from the bathroom. Percy and Annabeth drank the water eagerly.

I sat there and watched them skitter around for a while, listening to the waves crash against the boat. From my little window, I could see the moon. Sometime, while I was hanging out in my cabin, the sun had gone down. I sighed, and laid down on my bed for sleep.

945! Not my longest, but not the worst. Eh. I'm pretty sure the next next chapter is longer than normal, and there's non stop action for the next few chapters.

Wow, I've got nothing else to say. That's a first.

I'll have the next chap out tonight.

Thank you, my readers, for reading my story.

—Alex

Next time on Circe's Revenge:

Unfortunately, that's when the nightmares found me.