Annabeth and he crept downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for sickbay. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”įor a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to Percy-like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. I want to show you something-my favorite place aboard the ship.” We haven’t had any time to be together alone. “Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach Hedge.” “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months. “You sneaked into my cabin?”Īnnabeth rolled her eyes. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and his breath didn’t smell great. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird noises as he dreamed. He realized he was in his pajamas, in bed. “You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race.
He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood, five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing over him. Her storm-gray eyes were bright with amusement. Her blond hair fell across her shoulders.
She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he realized she was really there. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he remembered from his past. The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”Īt first, Percy thought he was still asleep. “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you.…” Five were still encased in dark red pulp. Then he noticed something between Nico’s feet-a small collection of glistening objects no bigger than baby teeth. Even in a dream, Percy was already starting to feel panicky, struggling to get enough oxygen. It didn’t seem possible he could have survived so long without suffocating.
On the inner wall of the jar, it looked as though Nico had scratched three hash marks with his sword-maybe it had been three days that he’d been imprisoned?
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