![]() He preferred it to flying through storm clouds and being attacked by man-eating birds and enchilada-trampling pegasi. ![]() Despite all that, Percy was grateful to be back on the water. As they sailed into twenty-foot swells, the sea heaving underneath them, Percy could hear poor Hazel down in her cabin…also heaving. The fog was so thick, Percy couldn’t see Festus at the end of the prow, and warm drizzle hung in the air like a bead curtain. Not forgiving himself for mistakes was one of Percy’s biggest talents. They’d all tried to convince Leo that the skolopendra attack hadn’t been entirely his fault, but he wouldn’t listen. “I don’t want any more Shrimpzilla surprises,” he insisted. The guy must have been shattered, but he refused to go to sleep. They stood on deck, alone except for Leo, who was still manning the helm. He figured even Coach Hedge wouldn’t mind their talking after curfew if it meant giving her information that might save her life. “Your turn.” Percy didn’t want to, but he woke Annabeth. “We’ve set down in the water,” he said, looking utterly exhausted. And I…I will work in darkness.” The dream dissolved, and Percy woke with a start. He’d never let Gaea spill his blood for any task-and there was no way he’d let anyone hurt Annabeth. You can see why those two would be most suited for the task.” Percy wasn’t sure what that meant, but he wanted to crack the floor and send these stupid gold-shirted twins down to oblivion. “Others could be used for that purpose.” “Y-yes,” Ephialtes said. But her blood must be spilt on the ancient stones.” Her Ladyship hissed. “I would remind you that Gaea wishes the girl to be taken alive. “Uh, Your Ladyship,” Ephialtes said nervously.
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