Partners in Crime || PJOxHP || Marauders' Era

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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' island was nothing like that. 

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 they sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said.

Jessica nodded. She couldn't see the Fleece yet, but she could feel its power. Jessica could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia's poisoned tree. 

"If we take it away, will the island die?" Percy asked. 

Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."

Jessica felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but she reminded herself they had no choice. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. 

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 a massive oak tree Jessica had seen in her dreams. 

Something gold glittered in its branches.

"This is too easy," Percy said. "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 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.

Annabeth and Jessica exchanged looks. "They're like piranhas," she said. "Piranhas with wool. How will we-"

"Percy!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing Jessica's 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.

*** 

They decided there was no way they could get past the man-eating sheep. Annabeth wanted to sneak up the path invisibly and grab the Fleece, but in the end Percy convinced her that something would go wrong. The sheep would smell her. Another guardian would appear. Something. And if that happened, Jessica and Percy would be too far away to help.

Besides, the first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat-assuming they'd gotten past the sheep. They moored the Queen Anne's Revenge on the back side of the island where the cliffs rose straight up a good two hundred feet. Percy 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. Jessica hoped that Polyphemus did not also keep carnivorous mountain goats.

They rowed a lifeboat to the edge of the rocks and made their way up, very slowly. Annabeth went first because she was the better climber. Jessica climbed after Percy so that she could catch him back even if he fell. 

He only came close to dying six or seven times, which Jessica thought was pretty good. Once, Jessica lost her grip and found herself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But she found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was Percy's face.