'•' The Sea of Monsters '•'

6 :: Clarisse Needs to- SHUT THE FUCK UP

Published: October 26, 2021
Edited: July 30, 2022
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When you think "monster island," you think craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the island of the Sirens. The Cyclops's island was nothing like that. I mean, okay, it had a rope bridge across a chasm, which was not a good sign. You might as well put up a billboard that said:

SOMETHING EVIL LIVES HERE. 

But except for that, the place looked like a Caribbean postcard. It had green fields and tropical fruit trees and white beaches. As we sailed toward the shore, we breathed in the sweet air. 

"The Fleece," Annabeth gasped. I nodded. I couldn't see the Fleece yet, but I could feel its power. I could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia's poisoned tree. 

"If we take it away, will the island die?" Percy asked, seeming sad at the thought of destroying such a paradise. Annabeth shook her head. 

"It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is." She answered.

I felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. And Thalia...Thalia's last monument was going to die without this fleece.

In the meadow at the base of the ravine, several dozen sheep were milling around. They looked peaceful enough, but they were huge—the size of hippos. Just past them was a path that led up into the hills. At the top of the path, near the edge of the canyon, was the massive oak tree I'd seen in my dreams. Something gold glittered in its branches. 

"This is too easy," I muttered. "We could just hike up there and take it?"

Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "There's supposed be a guardian. A dragon or..." 

That's when our saving grace, a deer, emerged from the bushes. It trotted into the meadow, probably looking for grass to eat, when the sheep all bleated at once and rushed the animal. It happened so fast that the deer stumbled and was lost in a sea of wool and trampling hooves. Grass and tufts of fur flew into the air. A second later the sheep all moved away, back to their regular peaceful wanderings. Where the deer had been was a pile of clean white bones. Percy and I exchanged horrified looks. 

"They're like piranhas," Annabeth said. 

"Piranhas with wool. How will we—" 

"Percy, Neridia!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing my arm. "Look." She pointed down the beach, to just below the sheep meadow, where a small boat had been run aground...the other lifeboat from the CSS Birmingham. 

We decided there was no way we could get past the man-eating sheep. Annabeth wanted to sneak up the path invisibly and grab the Fleece, but in the end Percy and I convinced her that something would go wrong. The sheep would smell her. Another guardian would appear. Something. 

And if that happened, we'd be too far away to help. Besides, our first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat—assuming they'd gotten past the sheep. 

We moored the Queen Anne's Revenge on the back side of the island where the cliffs rose straight up a good two hundred feet. I figured the ship was less likely to be seen there. The cliffs looked climbable, barely—about as difficult as the lava wall back at camp.

At least it was free of sheep. I hoped that Polyphemus did not also keep carnivorous mountain goats. We rowed a lifeboat to the edge of the rocks and made our way up, very slowly. Annabeth went first because she was the best climber. Followed by Percy, the worst climber. And followed by me, the second best climber.