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Percy's POV

Jamestown was pretty close, so we could make the journey in about a day. But I allowed for a day in a half, because the troops needed to recover from a hard-won battle. Plus, I wanted to piss whoever was in command off. I was always rebellious.

I steered the ship, but mostly helped about too, as repairs were being done, and weapons were being fixed.

We had lost Lieutenant Gomez's ship to the monsters, but half the crew survived including Gomez. They were currently on the two airships that we had secured to the boats, towing along after us.

My boat, Earthshaker, survived with minimal damage, but we did have a big hole in the side where a Greek fire had rampaged. My crew was now down to twenty three, with six soldiers who died in the fight, and another who died to his wounds right after battle. My heart goes out to their families. It is always tough losing men in battles.

The other boat had sustained pretty heavy damage, but repairs were truly underway, and I could her the hammering of nails on wood, and the shouts of the foremen as they yelled at some lazy goer to get his butt moving.

"How much further?" I asked my navigator. He was a good man, who knew how to fight, but he could read map as good as a Tyson eats peanut butter sandwiches.

"Probably reach there in-uh- I don't know, around twilight."

"Good." I nodded. We would have the chance to rest overnight before going to a room with boring tactics. Not my forte.

I yawned and stretched. I needed to go practice. And sleep. Probably sleep.

Thalia's POV

We had reached Jamestown at about twenty hours military time, and had bunked in one of the stone garrisons surrounding the hidden base.

Jamestown was a pretty small island, with a small village that traded on fish and other sea commodities on the east side. On the rest of the island it was covered by a thick undergrowth of trees and rubble, covering the island completely like a blanket.

A thick stone wall made of rock, broken rubble, and wood snaked around the whole island, protecting it from pirates and sea bandits. What many people didn't know except some in the military or the villagers that lived in Jamestown was that there was a secret base in the middle of the island, hidden from the prying view of many because of the density of trees that blocked the way.

The base was built underground and was made of hard marble stone, and old bricks. It was protected almost year-round, and was traditionally used for war meetings.

I made my way with Percy, the sea captain, and we walked through a beaten path, that looked like it had seen better days. Or years.

"So, Percy, what made you join the navy?" I asked, because I was bored.

He shrugged, "I'm a son of Poseidon, so kind of makes sense to join my dad's navy. Plus I have a talent for using my sword, and I love the sea. How about you Thunderbird?" he asked.

I slugged him in the arm, "Ow!" he said indignantly, "That hurt!"

"It was meant to, idiot. Anyway, I joined the sky forces because duh, daughter of Zeus. Plus I always liked commanding airships."

"You have anyone back home?" he asked waggling his eyebrows. I blushed. "No."

He howled with laughter. "Yes, you do! Who's the lucky boy?" he asked.

I punched him in the arm again. "Shut up."

He kept teasing me until we reached the base, and we both shut up.

It was tall and majestic, covered in thick green vines that wrapped around the building l

like decorations on a Christmas tree. The building itself looked like an impenetrable fortress, made of grey stone, and dark red brick. It had only one entrance, and it was guarded by two men, who looked experience in battle. They carried the royal army uniform, a shirt with the Olympic flag on it and dark red combat pants. Also worn by them were polished, shiny combat boots, and a centurion helmet, protecting their face and neck. They both carried bronze spears, sheathed swords, gleaming daggers, and a kite-shaped shield, made of gleaming silver, painted with the royal flag.

The base was surrounded by a wooden wall, with four watchpost towers high in the air, but not high enough to be seen. Other guards patrolled on the brown, mighty walls, and the, too were of the royal guard of Olympia.

The entrance was drawn up, and we walked right through it. Obviously, we were expected.

Thalia and I walked through the gigantic gates of timber, and iron strips and walked up the swept stone path to the hidden base. We walked in, and were checked by a group of guards, who identified us, and then searched us thoroughly. They were all business and professional.

We then walked down a circular set of stone stairs, that went down for a looooooong time. The only light was provided by the torch or hanging oil lantern on the muddy wall.

We continued climbing down for about ten minutes, where we finally emerged in a brightly lit room. It was about as strong as could be. The room itself was big, probably about a football field across, and twenty yards across. There was a huge table that took up the center of the room. It had over a hundred seats, and many, many rolls of parchment and papers were already strewn across it. In the back of the room, there was refreshments and food, and huge shields of past commanders or high-ranking officers decorated the sides. In the front of the room was the door where we came in, and about ten royal guardsmen stood rock steady against the wall.

There were only about two people in the room so far, so we were early.

"Wow, first time I have been early to anything." I muttered. Thalia grinned, and we walked up to meet our two companions.

"Hey." I waved at them. One of them nodded towards me, who was girl about five eleven, with dark brown hair. She wore a long dagger on her right hip and wore a long, draping purple cape. She had glittering mail armor and wore loose combat pants and polished boots.

The other one just glared at me like Thalia and I were all wrong. I was six two, with my hair not combed at all because I was lazy. I wore a short-sleeve cotton t-shirt, and loose pants. I also had on some flip-flops. Thalia was about five seven and had her up, punk-band style. She was wearing a loose shirt, and some tights, with sandals.

I glanced at her and she glanced at me. We look alright. What's this guy's problem? He was an arrogant looking idiot, with straw hair. He was tall, about six three, but he was a skinny as a scarecrow. In fact, he looked like one. He was wearing a formal toga, and for some odd reason, was carrying a few stuffed bears. Wierd.

"Hey," I said again, and we walked up to them. "I'm Percy, and this is Thaila," I said, motioning to Thalia.

"Hi." She greeted.

"What are your formal titles, Percy?" The scarecrow guy sneered. I frowned. I didn't like him, but the other girl was waiting too, so I said, "Uh, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Captain of the Earthshaker, and a Captain in the Poseidon navy."

Thalia stepped up, "Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, captain of Hunter,(AN: her personal ship) and Colonel in the Zeus sky fleet."

The guy nodded arrogantly, and started spitting out titles, "I am Octavian, the great and mighty Apollo's prophecy teller, Son of Rome, seven years in the-" he was cut off my the girl.

"Shut up Octavian, we get it." she grumbled. Octavian looked a little miffed, but I grinned.

"I'm Reyna, praetor of the Twelfth Legion, daughter of Bellona, goddess of war." She held out her hand, and me and Thalia took it.

After that, we got some drinks and I quickly became bored, making water twirl out of my glass and do random things in the air.

Then, the heavy, iron door burst open like a gunshot, which me made sit up so fast that I hit my head on the chair. "Ow." I groaned. Who the hell was it?

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