Hello, everybody! All right, I just wanted to apologize for my grammatical errors in the last chapter. You might not have noticed, but I'm a Grammar Nazi so I need to set things right.

Second, I'm sure that there is at least one of you who read last chapter and said to yourself, "Wait a minute. Perry is crying. Doesn't water make her turn into her true form?"

Right you are! Here's my horrible logic behind it. Since the tears are water that came from Perry, they technically aren't water. There is always water inside of her (the human body is 75% water, to my knowledge) so she is technically always touching water. But since it's water that is always inside of her, it won't turn her into her true form. Since the tears were water from her own body, she didn't transform.

Well, that made about .27% sense. Sorry if it is a really lazy excuse, but if the tears worked like other water, then she would transform in front of Leo and we don't want that to happen, do we?

As for drinking, I guess it only counts if the water gets on her exterior. So no spilling, Perry. I mean it. 8|

So, here is the next chapter. If all goes well you will be like "HOLY COW! WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED!"

LET US PURSUE OUR PASSAGE! (Google)

Leo's POV

One week later

I fiddle with a few pieces of scrap metal from my pockets, building whatever my fingers want me to. I glance at the clock in the corner of the room. It reads 2:47. I sigh. "Another all-nighter in Leo world," I grumble to myself. I can hear Hazel being sick below me. It's my fault she's like this. I brought the boat down to the water for Perry. Maybe I could bring the boat back in the air, just for the night, so Hazel can get some shut-eye.

I hear a quiet, hesitant knock on my door. A confused look grows on my face as I check the clock again. 2:49. Who could be up this early?

I walk over to the door, ready to use m utility belt if I have to, and turn the knob. I expect to see Perry, she has visited a lot lately, but to my surprise and misfortune, I see Coach Hedge. In his pajamas.

"The cable's out in my room again," he complains.

"You were watching t.v.? At almost three in the morning?" I ask suspiciously.

"The wrestling channel is have a twenty-four hour marathon!" he explodes with excitement. "And I'm missing it!"

"All right, I'll fix it," I sigh. Sometimes I feel more like the repair guy than a member of our little group. Coach nods frantically. He dashes down the stairs to his room, probably because he doesn't want to miss anything more. I take out a pair of pliers from my belt and start towards Coach's special cable box.

With a few twirls of my pliers to show off my mad skills, I whistle my way over to a small, metal box just on the other side of my control room wall. I open the box and repeat the same procedure that I am so used to performing. Cut a wire here; replace a wire there' screw goes in this hole; and I'm done. I hear the muffled sound of a cheering satyr below deck which tells me I've done well.

Then I ear a noise I don't expect. "Leo?" I hear a timid voice ask behind me. I swivel around to see Perry, wearing nothing but a tank top and pajama shorts. Even though her hair is a mess and she has bags under her eyes, she still looks adorable. "Wait, what?"

"Hey there, pal," I say, putting my tools back into my belt. "Whadaya doing out of bed?"

She shrugs. "I woke up and felt a little uneasy, so I decided to get some air." She walks over to the edge of the boat and leans on the railing. "What about you?"

I scoff. "You ever slept in and spinning chair?" Perry raises and eyebrow and shakes her head. "Consider yourself lucky," I reply, joining her on the ledge.

"Why don't you just sleep in your bed?" She looks up at me, which isn't very hard considering she's only three or four inches shorter than I am. I bit my lip and turn away from her. "It's complicated."

A brief silence hangs over us until Perry says something that nearly makes me fall off the boat. "Does it have to do with Percy and Annabeth?"

My eyes go wide and I stare at her in disbelief. "You know about them?"

Perry rolls her eyes. "Barely. All I know is that they're somewhere that isn't here, they're in trouble, and they're the only thing that anyone seems to talk about. No one wants to tell me anything else, though."

I stare at my feet, ashamed. "Leo?" Perry asks in a concerned voice. "What's wrong? Was it something I said?"

Everything from that day comes rushing back to me. The sight of the rocks falling into the dark abyss. The horror and pain that was sketched on Hazel and Nico's faces as they came back on board without Percy and Annabeth. The horrible guilt that I felt, knowing the reason Percy and Annabeth are trapped there is because of me.

"It's my fault," I whisper breathlessly. "It's all my fault."

"Leo? What was your fault? Snap out of it," Perry commands. She runs her hand in front of my face, but I don't take mush notice. "Leo? Wake up!"

I become dazed and the world turns into a blur. I don't remember much of what happened, but I remember Perry shaking me, watching her tumble a bit, and hearing a splash below the boat.

I snap back to reality and see that Perry isn't standing next to be any more. "Perry?" I look around. "Perry!" If she's not on the boat, then she has to be...

My eyes widen as I look over the edge of the Argo II and see an unsettled area in the water were bubbles are still rising. "Perry! Perry!" I yell to the black blanket of water. When she doesn't surface, I begin to panic. In pure desperation, I run to our alarm bell and start to wildly ring it.

Moments later, almost everyone is running up the stairs, weapons ready, still in their pajamas. Because of the lack of ferocious man-eating demons, everyone has a confused look on their face.

"Leo, what's going on?" Jason asks, a bit irritated.

"Perry fell off the boat," I explain. Then I start to ramble. "We were just talking and she lost her balance and then she fell and I called her name a few times and she didn't answer and she hasn't surfaced yet and she could be running out of air and I don't think she can swim with her hurt arm and-"

"Leo!" Hazel interrupts. "Calm down. We'll figure this out."

Everyone goes quiet, trying to think of a solution, a few seconds longer than my liking. "I'm going after her," I announce. A few friends open their mouths to protest but I stop them before they can. "Every second that we argue is another second she is without air. I'm going down there, and none of you can stop me."

Perry's POV

As the cold water engulfs me, I can't help but feel a sense of panic. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I stay in the water, my secret is safe, but my friends think I drowned. But if I come out of the water, my secret is discovered and I actually die.

I have to think quickly and logically. Maybe if I climb onto the back-end of the book and dry off, I could tell them that I came in from the horse stables. After all, it does have the trapdoor I could swim through.

Or maybe I could just leave. My arm has gotten better. And sometimes I feel like I'm a burden to everyone else, since they have to teach me simple things that normal demigods should know, like weapon smarts. I also have no idea what anyone is talking about most of the time which makes me feel so stupid. Everyone on board seems to be really good friends. I just seem to be the odd one out.

My self-pity thoughts are interrupted by the muffled sound of a bell being frantically rung above the water. I lower myself deeper into the ocean as I see figures that I know so well appear on the deck. One of them is pointing at the water and waving their hands a lot. Leo. Suddenly, he jumps on top of the ledge. I have no time to act before he is under water with me.

I try to swim away as fast as I can, but that isn't very fast when you have a broken arm and have avoided water your entire life. I swim under the boat in hope that he won't find me. He hasn't gone up for air yet. He looks so worried and desperate. I tear my eyes away from the site. What if he kills himself trying to find me?

Why does he have to be so gallant? He's going to drown. It's not like he'd be able to find me anyway, it's pitch black under here. The gods only know how I was able to see him. I poke my head out from under the boat to see that Leo has disappeared. Thank Olympus, he went up for air!

I swim the rest of my body out from under the boat and try to find a better hiding spot. I almost scream when I feel a hand touch me. Stupidly, I turn around and see I'm face to face with Leo. My first thought, I'm screwed. But then I see the expressions in Leo's eyes. They're full of hurt and pain. But something else, longing.

He seems dazed and I use that to swim away. When I'm sure that I've lost him, I look over my shoulder and see that he's been following me. I try to go deeper, but he still pursues. I realize that he will die if I go any further so I only have one choice. I make a u-turn and head for the surface.

~SS~

I sit there, on the deck, wrapped in a towel, sobbing my eyes out. I've been dry for not too long, but the towel now acts as a security blanket. Everyone saw who I really was. No one wants to come near me.

Leo sits opposite of me. He is also in a towel, his curly hair still wet, staring at the ground. He hasn't said a word since we surfaced, which is a very un-Leo like thing to do. He also hasn't looked at me since then. I know immediately, he hates me.

Hazel approaches me warily with a glass of water. "Here," she says in a comforting tone. I take the water, but I don't drink it. "How- How did you do that?" she asks. I stare at her in confusion. Do what? Everyone stares at me, expecting me to answer it, like its the most obvious question they could think of.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

Hazel burrows her eyebrows together. "You don't know?" she questions. I shake my head. "When I looked at you..." her voice fades. "I can't explain it."

"You saw someone you love," Leo whispers. We all turn to him. Hazel start to ask, "How did you-"

"Because when I looked at her, I saw my mom," he says in a hushed tone.

We all stay quiet, no one sure of what to say next. Nico is the first to speak. "Perry, who are your parents?"

I shrug. "My dad was just a fisherman and I never knew my mom."

Nico stays quiet for a moment. Out of nowhere, he gets a look on his face that makes me think a light bulb just lit up in his head. "Of course. I see plenty of spirits in the underworld who have dies that way..."

"Died what way? What do you mean?" Piper asks.

"Perry, your dad was a fisherman, I'm assuming that's how he met your mom?" Nico asks. I nod. He continues, "Well, your dad was in the ocean when he met her, you don't know who your mom is, you can see through the mist without a godly parent, we all saw loved ones when we looked at you."

We all wait in anticipation. Nico looks directly at me. His expression now shows more fear than genius. "Perry, you're a siren."