(Sorry for not updating in a while, I'm really lazy and also I have no idea where to lead this so it took me a while to think of what next.)

Chapter 38.

I hear a thud above me and I know that Grace is back. I try to go back to sleep but I can't do I just lay there. In a minute, we set off again.

I listen to the waves crash against the sides. An orange glow seeps through the cracks in the wall. What will we say when we get back to camp? And if I really did kill my father. Gods, I still don't believe that he's dead.

But if he really is, then I'll start having to fight monsters. That would be fun.

"Katy?" I hear Grace whisper. I sit up and notice that she's carrying something. "Sorry, about that, you looked really creepy and Percy must have thought that you were a monster or some thing. I told him it was you and he said to give you this." She hands me a hot polystyrene cup. "Hot chocolate." I smile. "Thanks." I take a sip and it's not as hot as I thought so I drink half of it. My head spins so I breath. "Wait."

"What?" Grace asks.

"Percy as in, one of the seven?"

"Yeah. He's safe. They all are. Dad was right. He wanted us, not them. For his crazy spell or whatever." My stomach begins to hurt and I want to be alone.

"Well, that's good I guess. I think I'm going to go back to sleep now."

"Ok. I'll be upstairs,"

As soon as she's gone I roll on my stomach and breath. I feel sick and sit up straight but the room spins. The room begins to sway and I hold my hand against the pole to steady myself. Sea sickness, most likely. I don't usually get sea sick unless the boat rocks one hell of a lot.

I try to stand up to go upstairs and get some air but I collapse on one knee and mutter a string of curses under my breath. This is more than sea sickness. My stomach tightens and I close my eyes tight. The only explanation is if the drink Grace gave me was poisoned. But she wouldn't do that, then again. Where did she get it? She may have been able to heat the water being a daughter of Poseidon and all, but where did she get the mix? There is a hole for a window at the back of the ship. I stagger towards it, leaning against the wall for support. I stick two fingers down my throat and resist pulling them out. The Romans used a feather to tickle their throats to make them sick in order to eat more during feasts, so I do the same with my finger nails. It works.

I repeat it again to make sure I get it all out. Then I slide down and lie on the floor. It's cold but I'm too tired to move. I fall asleep there.