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IT TURN OUT THAT Annabeth had a really bad case of seasickness. Despite her adamance in helping Percy sail the Queen Anne's Revenge, the rocking waves left her face a concerning shade of green.

"Maybe I'll just lay down," she said sickly.

"Will you be alright?" Astoria asked concerned.

"Oh definitely," Chase responded before rushing downstairs.

Astoria sighed. She's been deprived of Percabeth for weeks to the point that she's wondering if the romance is even blooming. "Should I check on her?" she murmured absentmindedly.

"I think she'll be fine with rest and a toilet beside her," Percy answered. He hopped off the stern deck and stood by her side. Astoria stared at him. "What?"

"I was just thinking," she said, "that I missed a very incredible moment."

"What? Did you not get your nails done?"

"No, Kelp Head," Astoria rolls her eyes, "I'm talking about you being a guinea pig."

"You knew?!" Percy covered his face. "Of course you knew."

"Perks of being all-knowing," she shrugged smugly.

"Screw you, Princess." Jackson playfully shoved her away from him, acting all hurt. Astoria simply smacked his arm.

"Buzz off, Pirate Boy. I'm no princess."

"Really? Pirate Boy?"

"Last time I checked, this is a pirate ship that pirates are in charge of sailing."

"Well, how about I call you Ghost Girl, hmm?"

"Can a ghost beat you up?" she threatened. Percy stared at her and then Astoria remembered, "Actually they can... but still!"

"Whatever you say, but I like Princess the best," he laughed.

Astoria shook him back and forth. "Take that back."

"Hmmm... no," Percy smiled.

"Well, aren't you two having fun."

Annabeth came back up and was leaning on the center mast with a smirk on her face. Astoria immediately dropped her hands.

"I can assure you that nothing concerning has happened."

"That makes it even more suspicious, you know." Annabeth folded her arms and raised her left eyebrow. Then her eyes flit up at Jackson, who is beet red.

"Anything you have to say, Jack Sparrow?"

"Uh... there's a smoking volcano island?" He points a few hundred meters away from where the ship was.

"One of the forges of Hephaestus," Annabeth said. "Where he makes his metal monsters."

"Like the bronze bulls?"

Chase nodded. "Go around. Far around."

Percy obliged and they steered clear of the island until it was a tiny red dot in their eyes. He looked at Annabeth. "The reason you hate Cyclopes so much... the story about how Thalia really died. What happened?"

Astoria's eyes widened in alarm. Was she allowed to hear this? She slowly looked at Annabeth, who seemed deep in thought, contemplating on what to say next.

"I guess you guys deserve to know," she said finally. "The night Grover was escorting us to camp, he got confused, took some wrong turns. You remember he told you that once?"