"Well, the first day, we talked about Percy, and you just started sobbing, so we said it would be better if you slept in your room, so you kind of just cried yourself to sleep, and woke up once the next day before I went out to help with a venti attack, and when I came back, you were passed out again," Piper explained as fast as she could "anyway, we think you've had enough sleep and would like you to come up and see the giant turtle please."

"Uhm, okay," I said, dragging my feet out of the room. I could tell that my hair was a mess and my breath smelled like onions dipped in some football players socks, but overall, I really didn't care. Piper had her hair braided as usual, and I watched her as she fiddled with the ends of her braid. Only then did I realize how nervous she looked, "Are you... okay?" I asked.

"Yeah... well, not really. An arrow almost hit me in the nose," she sighed, "I really wish I had more use than my voice."

"Ya do, girl," I said, yawning, "and your hair is always perfect."

She laughed nervously, and we walked down to the front of the ship, where Hazel and Jason were talking swiftly together and occasionally looking over at a rocky mountain with orange-ish looking ledges and a tree standing firmly on top. After taking a moment to adjust to the sunlight, I realized with an agitated sigh that the tree was really a man, and in his hands he held a bow half the size of him. He looked down at us with what looked like a smirk from miles away.

"He says to only bring three, and I'm voting Emi go," said Piper. Jason turned towards me and smiled, and Leo jumped down from the wheel where he was fixing... something.

"Look! The hermits come out of her shell!"

I punched him in the shoulder, and he fell over laughing, "can it, dirtface," I said, struggling to keep my strait face. Just then, an arrow whizzed right over my should, so close I heard the WOOSH before I realized what had happened.

"I think we should go," said Hazel, "like, now."

"Right, yeah," I mumbed, running off the ship and walking onto the hard ground. I'd never really had a problem with heights, but with the stairs we were taking to get up to him, it felt like eternity in Tartarus.

Maybe I could compare with Percy if he...

No. When he gets back.

When we reached the top out of breath, I asked the first question, "Who... are... you."

AND WHY DID WE HAVE TO WALK UP THESE FREIKEN STAIRS!

Alright, I'm good now.

"My name, ha, well I thought you'd have known your own brother," he said. His voice was filled with sarcasm and ease, as if he thought he could win a fight against the all gods in Olympus.

"Percy? No... Pegasus? Sir, you do have the complexion of a winged horse," I said, dripping sarcasm in every word.

He just laughed, and grinned at me evilly, "No no deary, I am Sciron the amazing! At your service." He bowed, not taking his twinkling eyes off me.

Jason balledhis hands to fists, "what do you want?"

"He... He wants our money," said Hazel, "or, that's what I can remember."

His eyes fell on Hazel, "Yes, or your valuables. I do believe you carry a very valuble item," he motioned to the Athena Parthenon.

"We-" I started.

"But! Because you've brought up this lovely lady, I will let you give me a foot massage instead, if that is what you please."

"That sound good," said Jason, without hesitation. Hazel mentioned furiously for us to come to her, possibly to talk while Sciron took his books off and layed on his beach chair.

"He's doesn't wear socks in the myths. He's said to make you nauseous with the scent, then kick you into his turtles mouth," Hazel explained quickly.

"Then I'll just go first and fly back up and fight him," said Jason.

"Then he'll shoot you out of the sky," I said, "and that would not be good for anyone. We'd get overrun by venti.

They both chuckled, but Jason's stood out. It was rich and smooth, and even though it was only for a few seconds, it still stuck in my head.

"I have a plan for that," whispered Hazel.

So we listened, and I was going to die first.

"Alright! Let's go!" Screamed Sciron. I held my breath, then knelt down and pulled the sock off. I immediately felt light headed, and gagged, but it only lasted a few seconds thankfully, because I was soon after kicked off the cliff.

I fell with a large pit in my stomach, and could barely here the shouts of the people on board over the defying wind. I fell into the turtles mouth, and water engulfed me. Hazel did her job thankfully and the turtle didn't swallow me really. Jason was in soon after me, and I put a bubble of air around us.

"Thanks,"he said. It felt awkward to be with him in the confined space, so I waited patiently next to him without saying a word. He looked like he was trying to start conversation, but didn't know what to say.

"JASON! EMI!" Screamed Hazel, "get out of the turtle mouth, it's unsanitary.

I laughed, and blushed immediately after, because now Jason had to fly me out. Or...

"Bye," I said, using the water like a giser to shoot me out of the mouth. JASON followed after me, and I splashed him all over. He responded with a gust of wind that caught me off guard. I shrieked and swatted the air, the free fell into Jason's arms.

"See! Now I you have a reason to call me super man," he said playfully. Our faces were so close that I thought he was going to use that move guys always used, where they flirt till you wanna die, then kiss you back to life. I shuddered at the thought of that.

At the same time, I wanted him to do it.