hiii. alright. i saw this somewhere but i forgot where, and i liked the idea and i built on it and yayy alright

After the war, there really was no use for the Argo || anymore. They couldn't keep it anywhere in Camp, not even in the Canoe Lake. So, the decided on Bunker 9. Leo did not like that idea ( "No way in hell that I'm letting my ship just sit down there until it's needed again in what, a century!" were his exact words, but much more colorful). The rest of the Seven didn't like it either. On the way back, they had planned just to movie into the Argo || while it was on Camp grounds. It wasn't going to be needed again, and the cabins were ridiculously crowded. They also couldn't leave Festus and Buford, and they'd all gotten used to the soft hum of the engine while falling asleep at night. They were used to waking up and heading down to the Mess Hall with the projections of Camp Half-Blood that made them all terribly homesick. And, honestly, they'd gotten used to each other. They couldn't share that many memories with so much meaning and then say Oh well, it was nice knowing you and living with you and fighting with you and laughing with you and crying with you and training with you and planning with you and talking with you and celebrating with you and making you such a huge part of my life that's become essential. Goodbye, then! Sure, there were so many negative memories, but they all lead to victories. Everything negative turned into positive on that ship. The apocalypse? Bring it on. Tartarus? Hit me with your best shot. Excruciatingly cheesy love triangles? Sure, we got it. Losing loved ones? We found them again. Because the Argo || had a sense of home that none of them had really felt before. And that sense of home made everything okay. It made everything alright. The worst situations turned into the best, and it was perfect. That ship was home to the Seven, and they weren't ready to get rid of it just yet.

"Well?" Hazel asked. "What do we do with it?" They sat in silence for a while, not really knowing what to say. They were all sure that they were going to keep and live on the ship, but they didn't know where. "I don't suppose we could just hover over camp?" She reconsidered her idea. "No, that's a terrible idea. Nevermind."

"Actually, that's not a terrible idea. We could totally do that if the other Campers and Chiron would be okay with it." Jason said. "We can't just show up like, 'Hey! We've decided to just hover over you and we're not gonna let you, either.'"

"We wouldn't go about it like that. We'd definitely inform someone before doing it." Annabeth said. "But we could... go... somewhere before we settle in one place?"

"Like where?" Leo asked.

"Like, like, uh. Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We've already been to the Mare Nostrum. If we could get through that, we can get through anything. Plus, we wouldn't have the conscious form of Earth and her monster army after us this time." Annabeth replied.

"So, like a world tour?" Piper asked.

"Yeah! A world tour."

"That's not a bad idea... I've always wanted to go to Scotland and France."

"And we can skip Greece and Rome." Annabeth added. There were mutters of agreement throughout the group.

"So. We're going on a world tour?" Frank clarified.

"That's what it looks like." Percy confirmed. "When should we leave?"

"We're all already packed. Why not, say, tomorrow?" Annabeth said.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get her ready for another trip. There's a god chance I won't see you guys 'til tomorrow. Cabins tonight. Night." Leo said, kicking them all out of Bunker 9, where the Argo || was located.

tomorrow, 10:00 A.M.

"Psst." Piper whispered. Annabeth and she were already up, since 7:00. They figured they had a long day ahead and let the others sleep. Leo, of course, had not fallen asleep yet, so he was with them. They were all going around to the group's cabin's and waking them up. Playfully. First: Percy, the latest sleeper of them all. "Pssssssst." She whispered again. "Ugh, alright, Jackson. You asked for it." Piper cleared her throat. "PPPSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT!" The loudest, most exaggerated 'psst' ever given came from Piper McLean, at 10:00 A.M. that day.

"Wh-WHAT." Percy fell out of his bed, at the feet of a hysterically laughing Leo. "Valdez. Did you wake me? Why?"

"N-no, it... was... pffbntdjy." Leo tried to tell, but he was laughing so hard, he simply couldn't.

"Annabeth?" Percy asked.

"No." Annabeth chuckled.

"Then who- McLean." Percy came to a conclusion.

"That's me." Piper said, with a satisfied smile. "Get a shirt on, and we need to wake the others."

"You guys are mean." Percy muttered, grabbing a shirt from his bedside table.

"Glad you've noticed." Annabeth said. "Now, let's go." They woke the others, but they had to skip the extravagance in the Ares cabin. They just sent Hazel in to get Frank.

So, they ate, and got dressed. They set off on the 'world tour'. There were many angry locals who did not know that one of the seven spoke their language.

In France they encountered this angry waiter:

" touristes stupides, ne savent pas une chose à propos de France." said the angry waiter.

"excusez-moi? voulez-vous dire que de nouveau?" said an even angrier Piper.

In Spain, this annoyed cashier:

"americanos estúpidos, no pueden decir la diferencia entre un gato y un perro." said the angry cashier.

"¿en serio? Bueno, yo puedo decir esto: arruinas." said the furious Leo.

It was a frustrating, but worth it trip. They had so much fun, and they still don't know where to put the Argo ||.

Key-

the french waiter said- "stupid tourists. don't know a thing about France."

piper said- "excuse me? would you care to say that again?" (Hint- the waiter did not.)

the spanish cashier said- "stupid Americans. can't tell the difference between a cat and a dog."

leo said: "really? well, i can tell you this: screw you." (they did not get what the seeked to purchase from that shop.)