Hiya! Guess who's the worst author/updater ever? If you guessed me, you are absolutely correct. If you guess someone else, better luck next time.

Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. At first I was waiting for reviews (thank you if you did), then I got busy with junk, and then I was waiting for inspiration to strike.

You see, I have a main idea with this story. Before I started it, I had the important parts figured out (ex. the beginning, the meeting, something important coming, something else important coming, a sad/confusing/happy something coming, something dramatic coming, resolution to said dramatic something, and the end). But I didn't think about the chapters in between. So if some of my chapters are better than others, now you know why.

If you just took the time to read all of this, gold star!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Percy Jackson characters mentioned. The only character that belongs to me is Perry. All other characters belong to Rick Riordan.

Now, LET US JOURNEY FURTHER! (have i used that already? huh)

Perry's POV

Can I just say, getting kidnapped on the Argo II is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I get a place to rest for the night, free food that I don't have to steal, a place to bathe, and best of all, people who don't treat me like sidewalk-gum. Except for Coach Hedge who likes to call me cupcake for an unknown reason...

I've only spent a day on this ship, and I already think of it as home.

This morning starts my second day on the Argo II. I wake up and lazily get out of bed. I walk over to my bathroom like a zombie and examine my reflection. Yep, I still look the same. That's a good sign. I reach for my tooth brush, apply toothpaste to it, and turn the faucet on. I run the end of my tooth brush under the water. Just a normal morning, right?

Ha ha, nope. Because of my half-awake stage, i accidentally run my hand under the faucet. Then I go full on transformation mode as I grow long talons, a plumage of feathers, sharp teeth, and my legs are replaced by what looks like a mermaid's tail gone evil. "Damn it!" I shout, probably too loud. I loose balance and fall to the floor with a loud thud. I look at my fin and groan. "It could be worse," my brains tells me. "Someone could see you."

"Perry?" I hear Piper through the door. "Is everything okay?"

Ah, crap. Just my luck. "Yeah, I'm fine!"I yell through the door, hoping my voice sounds the same even though my I look different. "I just fell!"

"Are you sure? There was a pretty loud crash," Piper says. I see the door knob turning slowly and I almost die of fear on the spot.

"NO! Don't come in!" I yell. "I, uh... I'm not decent!" Not a total lie considering I look like a vulture and a fish had a baby. The knob stops moving.

"Oh, okay," Piper says hesitantly. "I guess we'll see you at breakfast then?"

"Yes, definitely, I will be there. I just need a few more moments to get ready," I rush. I want her out of here now. Piper mutters an "okay" and I hear her footsteps grow faint. I let out a sigh.

What did I do to deserve this? This ugly body whenever I get even the smallest drop of water on me. Maybe it has something to do with all of these gods and goddesses. Did I make one of them mad? Maybe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it is, I have to find a way to fix it. Maybe I should tell Leo, he built his ship, maybe he knows something that can fix me...

I push the thought aside. "No. If anyone ever finds out what you are, you'll be an outcast and probably kicked off the ship. Or worse, killed."

I grab a nearby towel on a rack and start to dry my hand. Within no time at all, I'm back to my old self. Thank the gods. That could have been a lot worse. I stand up and try to regain my balance. I walk over to the sink and carefully try to brush my teeth again.

~SS~

I stare at the eggs and toast on my plate. The eggs are over easy and the toast in cut in half. The food is arranged in such a way that makes it look like it is smiling at me. I poke one egg with my fork until the "eyes" start to "bleed." I'm much more interested in the conversation in front of me than my injured breakfast.

"Do you think we have any way of contacting them?" Frank asks generally.

"Well, Percy have an empathy link with his friend Grover, but he's miles away," Nico says. "By the time he finds us or we find him, Percy and Annabeth could..." he didn't finish the thought, but I got the main idea. A boy named Percy and a girl named Annabeth were in trouble and we had no way of contacting them, wherever they are.

"It's too dangerous to send someone down there, so that is out of the question," Piper says while holding a spoon full of cereal near her mouth.

"Maybe I could fly down and try to find them," Jason says, staring at the table. Piper puts a hand on his shoulder. "Jason, it's too risky. We don't know if that even works down there. What if you fall in too? They we would have no way to get you out."

"Well, there has to be something we can do!" Hazel stands and beats the table. "They've been down there for over a week and we've done nothing but sit around and wait for and idea to show up! Nico, you've been there! Do you know anything that could help us at all?" Hazel begs.

Nico's face grows dark and his eyes look broken. He regretfully shakes his head. "Not unless I'm there with them." Hazel lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm not going to loose you again," she says to her brother. Hazel slumps back down in her chair, defeated.

I slowly raise my hand. "Quick question," I say. Everyone turns their gaze on me and I become the center of attention. "What are you guys talking about?" I gesture to them with my fork. Everyone exchanges glances. They don't want to tell me.

"Um, you don't have a weapon yet, Perry. Let's go see if we have anything for you," Piper gives a forced smile. At first I don't want to go but something in her voice makes me anxious to leave the room. I rise and follow her up the stairs.

Leo's POV

I rub my sore shoulder and try to ease the pain. Sleeping in a spinning chair isn't exactly good for your spine. Maybe I'll put in a hammock of something in the control room. "Or you could leave the control room and sleep in a real bed..." the nagging voice in the back of my head says.

Would ya shut up? I am not leaving this room. Yesterday I made an acception, but today? No dice. I don't even need to leave for food. Buford brings it to me out of the goodness of his little mechanic heart. So no reason to leave. "But what about sleeping in your bed again? You're so sore your head is going to fall off."

I sigh and let go of my shoulder. I turn to face the door. I hear people outside talking. Even though I'm better with machines than with humans, I have missed talking to people. I'm pretty sure that strayed away from some important meeting about Percy and Annabeth. Maybe I could go outside for just a minute...

I start to walk toward the door. Right before my hand reaches the knob, I hesitate. This is a bad idea. There was no attack yesterday which means that there will be an attack today. Better to stay in here instead of risking it. I stare at the door knob and shove my hands in my pockets. One little decision can effect my entire day. Why do I feel like the wait of the world is on my shoulders?

Probably because it is. I have to fly the ship, guard the ship, figure out a way to get Percy and Annabeth out of Tratarus, fix every problem on the Argo II... My life is a mess. It feels like I can control the mayhem if I'm in my control room. I feel safer in here, protected even. When we think of a plan other than flying in circles for days on end, I'll consider leaving here.

My thoughts are interrupted when the tip of an arrow comes through my door and almost hits me in the face. "Yipe," I squeak in a very non-Leo voice. I clear my throat and reach for the handle. I open the door and see the rest of the arrow sticking out of it. My eyes then explore the sight before me. Frank, Piper, and Nico are all on the ground with there heads covered. An empty target is far off the the left. In the middle of the picture, I see a guilty looking Perry holding a bow like she just took a shot.

"Yo," I yell to her across the large space between us. "Why are you using my control room door for target practice?"

"I wasn't. I was aiming for that target," She yells back, pointing to the large circle.

I look at the arrow in my door. "Then why is your ammo here?" I pull the arrow out and start to walk toward her.

Perry huffs a piece of hair from her face. "Because I suck at this," She pouts. Frank starts to get up. "You're not that bad. We just forgot that there's so much wind up here. You're just out of practice," he says in a comforting tone. He looks at Piper and Nico to help him out. Piper catches on. "Yeah, you would've gotten a bull's eyes if we were closer to the ground," she supplies.

We all look over at Nico, who is dusting off his aviator jacket. He looks up and sees four sets of eyes on him. "Uh, what they said," he says sheepishly. Perry scoffs. "Thanks, but I'm not sure if I entirely believe you."

"Well, then. Let me help you out there," I say before turning to the control room. I hear a few curious foot steps follow me. When I'm back in my comfort zone I press a button and the ship moves forward toward the water. Once we are directly over the Mediterranean, I grab my Wii controller and start to lower us down. "You control the ship with a Wii-mote?" Perry asks behind me. I smile, even though she can't see my face. Once we hit water, I put down the controller and turn to Perry.

"Now you should have a fair chance against the wind," I cross my arms and give her a grin. "Practice away!"

A/N: First off, I'm going on vacation next week so no update then.

Okay, so I hate to black mail, but I really need this question answered. SO NO UPDATES UNTIL THIS QUESTION GETS ANSWERED!

"Am I getting Nico and Leo right? I feel like Leo isn't funny enough and Nico isn't Nico-y enough."

NO UPDATES UNTIL THAT QUESTION GETS ANSWERED!

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