Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 19

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Percy POV

When I finally got to the captain's cabin, I felt nostalgic going in there. I hadn't been in this place in several lifetimes. I walked in and the entire room looked like a giant great barrier reef. A giant organ was in the back with pipes protruding out looking like long coral. There was a captain's table with maps and things to navigate in front of it, closer to the center of the cabin.

Annabeth was looking through the bag filled with materials that she had brought, Sielna was doing the same. They noticed when I walked in and they bombarded me with questions about Davy Jones, the Flying Dutchman, and her crew. After speaking I went to the left side of the room and found the closest. I knew what was in it. When I opened it there was dozens of bottle ships. Literally, real-life ships stuck in tiny bottles, real water was under ships and the ships looked like they were still sailing on the ocean while stuck in their bottle prison.

"Why do we need to go to Circe's island?" Annabeth asked.

"Aphrodite needs us to rescue some of her children and some other demigods," I answered.

"I have siblings trapped here?" Silena asked.

"Yes, many of them. Their eyes might be glossed by now," I told them.

"What?" Annabeth asked.

"Glossed. Those who are stuck in the Sea of Monster for too long lose their eye color. This place crushes the soul, and the eyes are the window to the soul. Once we get them back their eye colors return to normal. It's horrible to be glossed."

"Has a wielder of Olethros been glossed?" Silena asked.

"Who do you think discovered it?" I asked rhetorically.

It took us about two hours to reach the island that belonged to Circe. My mom read a book once that said that the character, she hated the most had a similar name to her. She said something about never trusting a Lannister and paying debts, whatever that meant.

The men stayed on the boat and as I walked off. I looked at Silena and Annabeth came with me. I knew for a fact I needed a woman's touch her. One of the earlier times I was here I was turned into a pig and shipped to Puerto Rico and became a delicious meal, not again. I made sure to get some of Hermes's multi-use vitamins from Silena's bag and put them in my pocket

When we stepped off the docks, we were greeted by someone a few years older than us with dark hair and eyes, she was Hispanic. She was wearing a blue pants suit and reminded me of a flight attendant.

"First time here," she asked.

"To-" Annabeth was going to ask.

"They are first-timers to the spa. I am a return visitor," I said. The girl looked up to me from her clipboard.

"That's impossible you are a male," she told me. "You could use a full makeover."

"Excuse me," I said menacingly knowing full well what that meant.

She looked at me and I could tell she was rethinking her life choices. It wasn't smart to piss off a child of one of the Big Three. Children of the Big Three had the aura in which you knew you have to fear us, we had the feeling of we are in charge, all demigods could feel it. The children of Hades made you feel like you will die slowly and painlessly, children of Zeus made you think you were going to have a quick and painful death because lightning is fast, but children of Poseidon made you feel like you were going to die slowly and painfully since you know drowning is not fun. Just pissing one of us off was enough to make every bone in a demigod's body want to run or hide. The only people who could negate that feeling are other children of the Big Three.