Sorry that I haven't been updating! I had soooo much homework... Three hundred point projects, two violin auditions, three concerts, and four tests. Ugh! Life would be sooo much better without homework. Anyways, another thing was that I kept getting complaints about the chapters being too short, so I decided to try Starblade style, in which I epic-ally failed... Anyways, on to the story!

Percy POV
Grover turned back to look at the ship, which was starting to depart. He shrieked(a little weird for a satyr), and sprinted towards it. Only as fast as his 'fake' feet could carry him. "Wait," he screamed towards the ship. No one seemed to notice him as he ran through the crowds.

I looked up at the sky. It seemed like the clouds gathering over the pier, creating a dark mass of angry storm clouds. That didn't look good. There were also dark shapes circling overhead, way too big to be birds. Cross the thought above. It in fact didn't look good, it looked horrible. Was there a feasting party for monsters today? Me, a lone half-blood with a satyr, would attracted that many monsters, right?

Grover was still running through the crowds, trying to get to the ship. He didn't seem to notice the storm clouds or the flying creatures. Gosh, is he blind or something? He's a satyr after, being able to see through the mist.

I glared in Grover's direction, satyrs being able to read minds and all that blah. I sighed. Grover was like a slab of stone today, not noticing anything at all. Just then, I heard murderous screeches behind me. Great, evil babysitters to add to the equation. Wait! Did I just say equation? Oh great, that goat has seriously influenced me.

I ran over to Grover, dragging him back. "Mister idiot-goat-legs, haven't you noticed what's wrong with the weather today?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?" He looked up at the clouds. "Oh."

I snorted. "You just noticed?! What about the monsters? Don't tell me took forgot about then too?"

That earned me another 'Oh' from Grover.

I rolled my eyes dejectedly. Gosh, that goat was slow. I heard loud footsteps behind me, probably evil monsters coming to hunt me down."Grover," he looked back at me. "We need to hurry up."

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Thirty minutes later...

We were a terrified couple running from from furies. Wonderful, right? Just what you need to get yourselves warmed up. Heck, we do everyday. Actually, no. We don't do this everyday, or we'd be dead.

So after spotting the monsters, Grover freaked out. When I say freaked out, I mean losing his 'fake feet' and running straight for the ship, leaving me behind in the dust. I wasn't a very good runner, at least not compared to a satyr that just had his wits scared out of him. Even all those years running from the evil 'maids', I couldn't catch up to him. Here, let me use a poetic sentence: He was gone with the wind.

Guess what we did? Step 1: Jumped onto the ship movie style. Step 2: Hung on by the ladder of the ship while screaming our heads off. Step 3: Throwing shoes/ tin cans/ hats/ anything that is in hand at the furies. Guess what happened to the maids? Evil furies accidentally killed all evil maids, wonderful, isn't it? Though sad part was the furies, a.k.a. leatherly old hags with wrinkles everywhere, were still after us.

"Perseus Jackson! You will die painful!" Was sadly, their war cry, before they got drowned by a huge wave. Don't look at me, told you my powers haven't been working, for like, 2 weeks? Anyways, I'm not good with math. The furies came up spluttering, glared at the ocean, then flew away. The best description I can give you of the furies was, wrinkled leather that is draped with smelly, rotting, seaweed curtains. Sorry if you puked at the description, which is not very likely, unless you are somewhat related to Aphrodite, but I don't exactly have a 'thick' dictionary for words.

So here I am, stranded on a ladder in the middle of the sea, smacking Grover for almost kicking me off. We were actually very happy sitting here, listening to the beautiful screams of terrified tourists as the the boat changed direction. Note the sarcasm. He were very unhappy people(or satyr) sitting on a lone steel bar, holding on for dear life. Sure the tourists provided excellent music, music that would hurt your ears. Music that would make jam seem like a piece of cake. Music more torturous than the Fields of Punishment. Okay, I admit, that was a bit over, but if you were in my position, hanging onto steel bars for dear life, trying to resist storm winds blowing around me, and listening to tourists screaming as music, you will be thinking the same way as me.

"Grover!" I shouted over the winds, though he was right above me. "Do you have any idea where we are, or where in Hades we're going?"

"Wait, what?" Came my reply. "I pretty sure we're heading towards Camp Half-Blood, but I have no clue when we are going to get there, if we do at all."

"You are certainly a ray of sunshine, Mr. Underwoood." I snorted. "That certainly raised my cheerfulness by a lot. I'm pretty sure we'll get there is the best you can come up with?"

"Ahh! I'm slipping!" Grover screeched. Luckily, he found a foothold, though that sadly was the top of my head. Let me tell you one thing: goat hooves are hard, rock hard. Getting stepped on by a goat hoof is certainly not fun."Sorry," he said, embarrassed.

"It's fine." I mumbled. "Though your hoof is a bit too hard for my liking,"

"Ohh! There! Look, Long Island!" Grover pointed out, like a sailor spotting land.

I stared ahead, a smudge of land starting to appear. My hopes flared, we could finally arrive in the supposed safe haven for demigods.