Everyone set off, with Harry's chariot getting a little bit of wheelspin and they were running dead last, behind the Hephaestus chariot. Heading into the first turn, there was a loud crash. Just ahead of them, the Stolls rear-ended the Apollo chariot and the wrecked chariots were nearly blocking the track. Harry swerved to avoid them, cutting across the inside of the turn.

In the process, they managed to overtake Beckendorf, who had taken the outside line. Harry whooped, "Whoo! Pass in the grass, baby!"

As Harry drove, Mackenzie was his rear gunner and his spotter. Lou Ellen was in the pit lane, ready to make any necessary repairs. Harry focused on the chariots ahead of him. Athena was leading and pulling away slightly, Jackson and Tyson were hot on Annabeth's heels, while Clarisse was struggling to catch up.

Harry was soon side-by-side with Percy and they were jostling for the lead. Behind them, Beckendorf pressed a button and a panel slid open on the side of his chariot. He called out, "Sorry guys! Two birds, one stone!"

On cue, a bunch of balls and chains shot towards them. Mackenzie cried out a warning and Harry dodged them. Meanwhile, Tyson smacked the deterrents away with a pole. Harry hollered, "Cute… Our turn! Kenzie, deploy the Frisbees!"

She dutifully pressed a button, releasing a few frisbees. The only exception was that the frisbees had teeth lining the edges. As Beckendorf dodged, Mackenzie hollered, "Where did you get those?!"

He called back, "Fanged Frisbees! Compliments from Fred and George last Christmas. They were able to sneak into Hogsmeade village and gift them to me. Thought that they could come in handy, that's why I installed them last week."

She smirked, "What else do we have in our little shop of horrors?"

"Fanged Flyers, Dung Bombs, Screaming Yo-Yos and a few more bits and bobs!"

Their little brainstorm session was interrupted by the sound of incessant screeching. He risked a peep and instantly grew worried at the scene unfolding. The birds had risen from the trees and were spiralling like a huge tornado, which was slowly heading for the track. Harry noticed that Jackson had also spotted the birds and kept a wary eye on them.

The son of Poseidon crept closer to Annabeth's chariot, prompting her passenger to straighten up. He plucked a javelin and took aim, but stopped once the screaming began. The killer pigeons had begun their assault, dive-bombing the spectators. Fortunately, Dumbledore was able to erect a massive magical shield dome over everyone's heads.

The birds pecked furiously before giving up and finding new targets. Unfortunately, the racers were the new targets. Beckendorf and his companion were mobbed and were frantically batting the birds away. The distraction. Was enough for the chariot to veer off course and crash into the strawberry fields. Clarisse and her fighter threw a screen of camouflage netting.

Annabeth finally noticed the danger and slowed down, so that she, Percy and Harry were racing three-wide. She yelled, "Stymphalian birds! Come on! We've got to get rid of them!"

Harry had an idea, "Mackenzie! Swap!"

The cousins promptly switched places and she began to drive. Meanwhile, he got out his bow and arrows. Annabeth drew her knife and Percy brandished his sword. By then, Clarisse had also caught up and the four chariots were neck and neck. Harry was firing two arrows at a time, and every arrow nailed a target. Percy's wild slashes also managed to thin the flock, and Annabeth was able to stab a few birds.

In the stands, Dumbledore had dropped the shield and was firing several spells at the flock. Since the flock was focused on the charioteers, the spectators had enough time to rush to the armoury and collect their weapons. The Athena campers raced out with several shields, the Apollo campers joined Harry in sniping the birds out of the sky, and more were rushing in.

Unbeknownst to them, they all crossed the line, with Clarisse barely edging out Harry. The horses were a bit more aware, so they slowed to a stop and the riders dismounted. Annabeth suddenly had a brainwave, "Heracles used brass bells to create noise! Percy! Chiron's collection!"

He bolted for the Big House immediately. Five minutes later, Percy came sprinting back with a boombox hefted on his shoulder. On cue, the 'All-Time Greatest Hits of Dean Martin' began to play, and Percy cranked up the volume. The Stymphalian birds went berserk and began flying haphazardly. This made Harry and the Apollo campers' jobs a lot easier. Within minutes, the ground was littered with dead bronze-beaked birds.

Dumbledore gazed at the panting campers and applauded, "Excellent work everybody! All of you are still safe in one piece! I am glad that everyone's training has paid off handsomely! Now… was anyone paying attention to the race before the unfortunate interruption?"

No one spoke for a few minutes, until a dryad hesitantly stepped forward. He smiled and approached her before conjuring a stone basin. Dumbledore calmly explained, "Now, my dear, could you please concentrate on that memory?"

He placed the tip of his wand to her temple, extracting a wispy, silvery mist, which he deposited in the basin. Slowly stirring it, Dumbledore explained, "This is a Pensieve, and it mainly stores a person's memories, which they or others, can revisit."

Then he cast another spell which seemingly projected an image, like a hologram. From the dryad's perspective, everyone was dead even, but Dumbledore cast another spell, allowing him to magnify the image.

Satisfied, he dispelled the projection and announced, "It is with great delight that I must announce that the Ares Cabin have emerged victorious."

Upon hearing that, Clarisse and her teammate whooped and celebrated with their siblings. That night, the dinner special was Kentucky Fried Stymphalian Chicken. As Harry feasted, he felt someone slide in next to him. He looked up and spotted Annabeth next to him, with Percy and Tyson sitting next to Mackenzie.

He raised his eyebrows, "What's up?"

Annabeth replied, "Percy told me about his dream. If Grover really found it… and we could retrieve it."

Percy cut in, "Wait, wait, wait… Are you saying that whatever Grover found, could be the one thing that could save the camp?"

She nodded, "Here's a hint… What is a sheep's coat called?"

Mackenzie answered, "A fleece!"

The pieces fell into place for Harry, "Oh gods! Don't tell me, we're talking about the Golden Fleece? The same fleece that Jason and the Argonauts went to look for?"

Annabeth nodded again, "That's right. Remember the Grey Sisters? They said that they knew the location of the thing we seek and they mentioned Jason. Three thousand years ago, they told him how to find the Golden Fleece."

Percy replied, "Yeah I remember that old movie with the clay skeletons."

Annabeth looked like she wanted to smack him. Meanwhile Harry snorted, "What do you think inspired the movie? Though if we're being honest, that movie is a watered down version."

Exasperated, Annabeth explained, "Listen, the real story of the Fleece: There were two demigods, Cadmus and Europa. They were children of Zeus and were going to be used as human sacrifices. However, they prayed to their father and he sent a flying ram with golden wool. The ram carried them from Greece to Asia Minor. From what I know, only Cadmus survived the journey. When Cadmus reached, he sacrificed the ram to the gods and hung the fleece on a tree in the middle of the kingdom."

Harry sat up straight, "I remember this too! The Fleece brought prosperity to the kingdom. Animals stopped getting sick, agriculture was thriving, people were healthy…"

The drachma dropped for Percy, "It could cure Thalia's tree!"

She grinned, "Exactly! It will also strengthen the borders of Camp Half-Blood. It was missing for centuries! Tons of heroes searched for it with no luck."

Percy said, "Well… Looks like Grover got lucky. He went looking for Pan, but stumbled onto the Fleece instead. Both of them radiate Nature magic! It makes sense, Annabeth. We can rescue him and save the camp at the same time."

However, she frowned, "What if it's a trap? All of this sounds just too convenient."

Harry snapped, "Trap or not, this is Grover we're talking about. We can't just leave him behind. Look, I may not be as friendly with Grover as you two, but I care about him too."

Annabeth glanced at Tyson briefly and lowered her voice. Fortunately, he was distracted with something else. She whispered, "Didn't Grover say something about being held captive by a Cyclops? His name is Polyphemus. He's the worst of the Cyclopes. There's only one place where his island could be, the Sea of Monsters."

Percy asked, "Where's that?"

Harry shrugged, "Don't know mate. With everything shifting to the West, the location could be different."

The son of Poseidon nodded, "Yeah, like Mount Olympus being above the Empire State Building. The Underworld being under Los Angeles. But a who sea of Monsters… How could something like that hide from mortals?"

Annabeth replied, "Of course they would notice, but they wouldn't understand. As far as I'm aware, the Sea of Monsters is off the east coast of the United States. Just north-east of Florida."

Harry's eyes widened, "You're joking! You don't mean the Bermuda Triangle?"

Percy smiled, "At least we know where to look now."

Annabeth adopted an indignant look, "It's still a huge area, Percy. Searching for one tiny island in monster-infested waters – and we'd have to get Dumbledore's approval for a quest."

Later on at the campfire, everyone was enjoying themselves, singing along. However, the mood was still a little sombre, given that Thalia's tree was still in bad condition. Dionysus retired early, out of boredom, leaving only Dumbledore with the campers. Percy, Annabeth and Harry exchanged looks. Harry cleared his throat, catching the older wizard's attention.

He spoke in a grandfatherly tone, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Prof – sorry, old habits – Director… We have an idea which could save the camp."

There was dead silence, broken only by the campfire flaring bright yellow. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in curiosity, "Oh? Do enlighten us…"

Percy stepped up, "The Golden Fleece. We think we have an idea where it is."

Annabeth took that as her cue to step up and explain the mythos of the Golden Fleece. As she spoke, the mood began to slowly shift. The campfire reflected that as the flames began to turn orange. As he listened, Dumbledore stroked his long beard in thought.

He mused, "This will be dangerous. Do you know where this Sea of Monsters, is? Much less an exact area where to look?"

Percy suddenly had a brainwave, "Yes sir! I think I have an idea! Thirty, Thirty-one, Seventy-five, Twelve! They're sailing coordinates. Latitude and Longitude."

It clicked for Annabeth as well, "Thirty degrees, thirty-one minutes north, seventy-five degrees, twelve minutes west! We got those coordinates from the Grey Sisters! Those coordinates put us somewhere in the Atlantic, off the coast of Florida. We need a quest!"

Dumbledore now had a huge smile on his face, "Very well then! I shall authorize a quest to retrieve the Golden Fleece and bring it back to save the camp. Miss Clarisse, as the winner of the chariot race, you have the honour of leading this quest. Any volunteers to join her?"

Percy was about to interrupt, but Harry kicked him in the shin. He whispered, "Don't… You'll just sound like a spoilt and petulant brat."

Clarisse stood up and bowed, "As the Daughter of Ares, I accept this quest."

She gazed at the gathered campers and then spoke, "Potter, Chase, you're with me."

Harry and Annabeth stepped forward, "Alright."

He then whispered in Clarisse's ear, "Take Jackson, trust me on this. I know that you and he and had your differences, but you need to trust me on this."

At this, she scowled, then screwed up her face in thought. Finally she grunted, "Fine… Kelp Head, you're coming to."

One Ares camper yelled out, "Hey, he already had his chance last year!"

Clarisse glared at him, "Shut it! My quest, my rules! Got a problem, you take it up with me."

She turned to them and grunted, "I'll go consult the Oracle. Rest of you get some rest and pack some supplies for the trip."

The next morning dawned pretty early, Harry was up at the crack of dawn and took stock of his supplies. He then woke up Mackenzie and told her to stay with Silena while he was away. As he jogged to the beach where they would all meet, he spotted Percy with Tyson, for some strange reason. Amid the darkness, he also saw several duffel bags at Percy's feet, something that Harry found curious, but filed away for later.

Clarisse and Annabeth looked at him quizzically, as he began to shift uncomfortably. Harry voiced the unanswered question, "Oi Jackson, why the straggler?"

He sheepishly replied, "He wanted to help… I couldn't really say no to him."

Harry glanced at Clarisse, who shrugged. He sighed, "Fine, I guess we can use the extra muscle."

They gazed wordlessly across the horizon before Clarisse grunted, "Look, there's a ship in the distance. How do we get there, though? Aren't you the son of the sea god, Prissy? Ask him for a way to get to that ship or bring it closer, cause I sure as hell am not going to swim all the way."

Percy gazed at the horizon, "Uh… Dad? We need your help. We need to get to that ship to start our quest and save camp."

For a few terrifying minutes, nothing happened. Suddenly, about a hundred metres out to sea, five white lines appeared on the surface. All five were streaking fairly quickly and coming closer to the shore. Just then, the surf burst apart to reveal five horses rearing out of the waves.

Each of them varied in colour, but one bore a bulrush mane. Tyson cried, "Fish ponies!"

Annabeth breathlessly corrected him, "Those are Hippocampi! They're so beautiful! But that one looks a little different."

Harry caught his breath, "Bloody hell! That's a kelpie!"

Annabeth, Clarisse, Percy and Tyson quickly mounted their hippocampi, but Harry's kelpie was being uncooperative. Finally losing patience, he conjured a bridle and used a placement charm to render it docile and rideable. Percy grinned, "Good job Harry! He was actually testing you. You passed."

Evidently, Poseidon must have realised that one questor was a Cyclops, because one Hippocampus was larger than the others. The hippocampi were pretty quick, and Harry found himself whooping in excitement. Before long, the ship in the distance grew larger, until they could see that it was a cruise ship.

From a distance, they could tell that it was large, but when they came closer, only then did they realise the scale. The ship looked like one that could have rivalled the Titanic in terms of size. The hull was at least ten storeys high, with several decks stacked on top of each other

On the side with big black letters, was the name 'Princess Andromeda'. Admittedly, it did take them a minute to decipher the name. On the ship's bow was a massive masthead. This comprised of a three-storey tall woman wearing a white Greek chiton. The sculpture made it seem like the woman was chained to the ship, and her beauty was breath-taking. However, the whole image was ruined by her terror-filled expression. Annabeth hollered over the sound of the waves, "How do we get on board!".

Harry brightened and fished out his wand. He pointed it at her and chanted, "Locomotor!"

On cue, she began to float off the back of her hippocampus. Harry slowly guided her up and she kept and eye out. Fortunately, the first deck she found was empty, so Harry put her down over there. Next he passed his Invisibility Cloak to Jackson before sending him to join Annabeth. Clarisse and Tyson were next, and finally, he levitated himself onto the deck, tucked his wand back in its holster and got his Cloak back.

It was around 5:45 in the morning, so sneaking around was fairly easy. There were a few locked doors, but Harry easily took care of that with a simple 'Alohomora'.

Percy noted the silence around them and whispered, "Is this a ghost ship?"

Tyson fiddled with his duffel bag, "No… bad smell."

Clarisse grunted, "I don't smell anything."

Annabeth mused, "Maybe Tyson is smelling monsters. Like how Grover had the ability to smell monsters."

They forged ahead until they found an empty cabin. Over there, they silently unloaded and explored the cabin. The first thing that greeted them was a basket of chocolate goodies and bottles of sparkling soda. Then Clarisse asked, "Oi Prissy! What was with the duffel bags anyway?"

He shrugged, "Had a talk with Hermes last night in a dream. He gave me some flask. According to him it was a collector's item, Heracles Busts Heads, or something. It's basically a compass. Also, if we uncap is, it will release the winds from the four corners of the earth. He also gave a bottle of vitamins. No idea what they're for."

Harry replied, "Okay, let's hang onto them for the time being. Lord Hermes wouldn't give something if it wasn't useful. Anything else in the duffel bags? Remember what happened the last time a God gifted us something, no offence Clarisse."

She grumbled, "None taken."

Percy opened the bags and rifled through it. He mumbled, "Extra clothes, toiletries, camp rations, airtight bag full of cash, two leather pouches, one with drachmae and the other with some coins I don't recognise. Some tools for Tyson…"

Harry latched onto the second pouch, "Ahh! This probably contains some Wizarding currency. I'll take that."

Just then, a loud whistle from the ship echoed. Harry glanced at the clock, which showed that it was six AM. A chirpy voice in an Australian accent sounded out, "Goooood morning passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the poolside mambo party! Don't forget million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o'clock! As for our special guests, disembowelling practice in the Promenade."

Tyson tilted his head curiously, "The happy man said… bowling practice?"

The four demigods shared a look, and they were all thinking the same thing. Harry patted Tyson's massive bicep, "Yeah, let's go with that, mate."

After freshening up, they left the cabin to explore the ship. Just then, Harry had an idea, "Hey Tyson, hang on a tick."

The baby cyclops paused and Harry draped his Invisibility Cloak over him. Fortunately, it just about managed to cover him. Harry said, "Come on mini-Hagrid, take my hand. We need to be quiet, mate. Can you do that?"

He nodded excitedly, "Yes I can!"

The four demigod padded silently, with the cyclops clutching Harry's hand. Eventually, people began filing out of their cabins. They didn't bat a single eye at the four demigods. A crew member told them to enjoy their stay, and a family of swimmers declared that they were having fun.

Annabeth whispered, "This is weird. They're all in some kind of trance".

Harry muttered, "You're right. Bloody hell, it's like somebody's cast a mass Imperius Curse."

Clarisse and Annabeth asked, "What's that?"

"In the Wizarding world, there are three spells that are forbidden. Casting them means a one-way ticket to prison. The Imperius Curse allows the caster to completely control another person. Then there's the Cruciatus Curse that targets the victim's nerves and is a torture curse. Finally, there's the Killing Curse, which causes instant death."

There was dead silence between everyone for a while, until they reached the cafeteria.

Just then, they all froze as a reptilian voice sounded down the corridor. It hissed, "Ssssix more joined yesssterday."

Another reptilian voice replied, "Yesss. He drawssss them. Sssoon we will be sssstrong."

Annabeth gulped, "We need to get out of here."

Clarisse muttered, "No argument there."

Suddenly, another voice came from the corridor, a familiar one. It snapped, "It's only a matter of time. Don't push me Agrius!"

A deeper and angrier voice growled, "I'm not pushing you! I'm just saying, if this gamble doesn't pay off –"

Luke snapped, "It'll pay off! They'll take the bait. Now come, we've got to get to the admiralty suite and check on the casket."

Soon, the voices faded away, and Percy and Annabeth glanced at each other. She said, "We have to find out what Luke is up to. If possible, we beat him and drag him to Mount Olympus."

After getting their supplied, the five of them sneaked off in search of the admiralty suite. At deck thirteen, they hid as more voices filled the corridors. Annabeth donned her Invisibility Cap and vanished. Then Harry had an idea, he pointed his wand at his cloak and chanted quietly, "Engorgio!"

Surprisingly, it worked and became bigger. Percy, Clarisse slipped under it and he joined them immediately. Not a moment too soon, as there were more footsteps and more voices. One said, "You see that Aethiopian Drakon in the cargo hold?"

The other replied, "Yeah! It's awesome!"

Clarisse stiffened when she heard the second voice. She growled, "Chris… I'm going to f**king kill you. We're through!"

Harry fiercely whispered, "Don't blow our cover! Focus!"

She grumbled and they forged ahead. As they walked, a cold and unpleasant sensation washed over them. It was a feeling of pure evil. Then, Clarisse slipped out from under the cloak, "Tell you what… You go on ahead and investigate! I'll see if I can secure our ticket out of here."

Harry nodded and the daughter of Ares split off. Five minutes later, they came across a glass wall overlooking the Promenade. The area was filled with shops, but one thing caught the group's attention. In front of a candy store, a dozen Laistrygonian giants, two hellhounds and Scythian dracaenae, surrounded a random demigod hacking at a straw dummy.

Soon then continued on after witnessing the disturbing sight. As they walked, Harry and Percy came out from under the Cloak and Harry shrank it to normal size, so that it only covered Tyson, and Harry held the cloak tightly. At the end of the corridor, they spotted a pair of double oak doors and they advanced towards it. Harry took out his wand and with a murmured 'Mutatio' turned it back into the Sword of Gryffindor.

Suddenly, the doors flew open and they were face-to-face with a startled Luke. With a crooked smile, he said, "Well, if it isn't my old friends. Welcome to my humble abode, come in and make yourselves at home."

With him were two hairy giants armed with javelins aimed at them. They gestured for them to enter, and the group had no choice but to obey.

The room itself was absolutely stunning. Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea and blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one corner and a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food: pizza boxes, bottles of soda and a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

Unfortunately, the big elephant in the room was a three meter long golden casket. A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of cities in flames and heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

He made a gesture and three dining chairs lined up dutifully. However, nobody sat and he looked a little disappointed.

"Where are my manners?" Luke said smoothly. "These are my assistants, Agrius and Oreius. Harry, you should know their story. Aphrodite ordered their mother to fall in love. She refused and ran to your mother for help. She let her become one of her maiden huntresses, but Aphrodite got her revenge. The goddess bewitched the young woman into falling in love with a bear. When Artemis found out, she abandoned the girl in disgust. Isn't that just typical of the gods? They fight one another and the humans are left to pick up the pieces. Agrius and Oreius hate the Olympians, but they like demigods-"

Agrius shot them a blood-thirsty grin, "For lunch."

Oreius cackled, "Hehe! Hehe!'

He kept laughing like he was having an asthmatic fit until Luke and Agrius both stared at him.

'Shut up, you idiot!' Agrius growled. 'Go punish yourself!'

Oreius whimpered. He trudged over to the corner of the room, slumped onto a stool, and banged his forehead against the dining table, making the silver plates rattle.

Harry shot Oreius a slight look of pity. He reminded him a little too much of Dobby. Together, the giants reminded him of Crabbe and Goyle.

Luke casually asked, "So guys… How's school?"

Percy snarled, "You poisoned Thalia's tree!"

He shrugged, "Well you certainly don't beat around the bush. Guilty as charged, so what?"

A fuming Annabeth exploded, "How could you?. Thalia saved your life! Our lives! How could you dishonour her –'

Luke roared back, :I didn't dishonour her! The gods dishonoured her, Annabeth! If Thalia were alive, she'd be on my side.'

Harry snapped, 'Liar!'

'If you knew what was coming, you'd understand –'

Percy bit out, "Oh we understand alright. You want to destroy the camp! You're a monster!"

Suddenly, Tyson's voice yelled out, "Percy's right!"

That startled them, and Tyson charged out from under the cloak. His fists came down towards Luke's head, only for the two bear-like giants to stop him in his tracks. He barked out a laugh, "Well… I have to say, I did not see this coming. Travelling with a Cyclops… Talk about dishonouring Thalia's memory! I'm surprised at you, Annabeth. You of all people –"

Harry snarked, "Says the guy who is on a cruise ship packed to the rafters with monsters, you hypocrite."

Luke glanced at him, "Hey Harry… I see you got a new sword. This fit you okay? By the way, I know about the Fleece. What were those coordinates again? Ahh… thirty, thirty-one, seventy-five, twelve. You see, I still have friends at camp who keep me posted."

Harry shot him a smile, "Don't worry mate, when we get out of here and beat you to the Fleece, we'll flush out all the rats."

Luke turned back to Percy, "So how does it feel to have a monster for a brother? How many insults from your father can you stand, Percy? You think he's grateful to you? You think Poseidon cares for you any more than he cares for this monster? The gods are so using you, Percy. Do you have any idea what's in store for you if you reach your sixteenth birthday? Has Chiron even told you the prophecy?"

That got Percy to pause and a look of confusion crossed his face. Then he steeled his nerve, "I know what I need to know. Like, who my enemies are. By the way, your father sent us."

Luke reddened in anger, "Tread very, very carefully Percy. Don't even mention him."

Percy could tell that he was getting under his skin. He continued, "He told us to take this boat. I thought it was just for a ride, but he sent us here to find you. He told me he won't give up on you, no matter how angry you are."

"Angry?' Luke roared. 'Give up on me? He abandoned me, Percy! I want Olympus destroyed! Every throne crushed to rubble! You tell Hermes it's going to happen, too."

He pointed to the sarcophagus, "Each time a half-blood joins us, the Olympians grow weaker and we grow stronger. He grows stronger.'

Percy paled, 'Wait… you don't mean –'

'He is re-forming,' Luke said. 'Little by little, we're calling his life force out of the pit. With every recruit who pledges our cause, another small piece appears –'

'That's disgusting!' Annabeth said.

Luke sneered at her. 'Your mother was born from Zeus's split skull, Annabeth. I wouldn't talk. Soon there will be enough of the titan lord so that we can make him whole again. We will piece together a new body for him, a work worthy of the forges of Hephaestus.'

'You're insane,' Annabeth said.

Luke picked up a remote and pressed a red button. On cue, two uniformed crew members walked in, armed with night sticks. Like everyone else, they also looked like they were Imperiused.

He gestured to the four, "Security, I'm afraid we have some stowaways."

They dreamily said, "Yes sir…"

Luke gestured to Oreius, "The Cyclops is harmless with you two together. You go with security to feed them to the Aethiopian drakon."

Agrius grumbled, "My brother is a simpleton. That Cyclops…"

"Is no threat. Agrius, stay here. We have important matters to discuss. Oreius, don't fail me. Stay in the hold to make sure that the drakon is properly fed."

Oreius led the four of them out of the room, occasionally poking Percy with his javelin. Harry mentally thanked himself for Obliviating Luke's memories of magic. He didn't want to know what kind of mess THAT would create. The last thing he needed was Luke and Kronos allying with Voldemort.

Harry then spotted a gleam in Percy's eyes. The boy then caught Tyson's eye and barked, "Now!"

Tyson turned and backhanded Oreius so hard that he flew 10 feet and landed in a massive swimming pool. Annabeth slugged one guard, and the other guard bolted for the nearest alarm box. However, Harry was father and knocked him out with a boxing glove arrow.

The girl gaped at Percy, "But… But… How! Luke said that Tyson was harmless in front of Agrius and Oreius!"

He called back, "Semantics! He said that together, they were unstoppable. Luke didn't say anything about them being stronger alone."

Suddenly, alarms blared through the entire ship, and everyone took that as their cue to run. Harry cursed, "Bollocks! Oreius must have triggered the alarm!"

Percy made a bee-line for one of the nearest lifeboats and began to take the covers off. Harry, Annabeth and Tyson rushed to help him. She cried, "Wait! What about Clarisse!"

Percy hollered back, "No time! Let's get out of here! We can rendezvous with her later on!"

Meanwhile, security guards and monsters made their presence known and rushed towards them. A hellhound pounced, but got smacked away by Tyson with a fire extinguisher. There was a shower of arrows, but Percy used his sword to slash them away. Harry used his shield to protect them from a second wave. Finally, they managed to get one boat above the water and they boarded before Percy cut the ropes.