It Wasn't My Fault | Hylla Fanfic Contest

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I rush back and forth between the controls of the Argo II. To be quite honest, I wasn't actually doing anything. I knew everything was perfect. I had checked and rechecked it many times before takeoff. I just needed something to keep me busy. And appearing as if I was working seemed like the best way to stop Annabeth from telling me off. That lady was scary.

She was currently pacing the deck anxiously, blonde hair flying around. Gray eyes stormy. It was those eyes that scared me the most. Eyes that were always thinking. Eyes that looked like they could kill with one look.

I ran past Piper, who was practicing her charmspeak.

"Drop your weapons," she whispers, but her charmspeak is crazy strong. I am overcome with the sudden urge to drop my screwdriver.

"Calm down, hermana. I almost broke my screwdriver," I say to her with a smile. Piper looks at me annoyedly. I hold up my hands in surrender.

"Geez, tough crowd," I murmur, walking back towards the controls, where a Wii controller sat. It raises the sails and makes me feel like I'm playing a game. Though flying a ship filled with actual human beings isn't exactly a game. If I crash it, Annabeth would kill me. I mean, I'd be dead anyway. But I'm 100 percent sure Annabeth would bring me back from the dead and kill me herself.

Jason stands at the front of the ship, blonde hair ruffled by the wind, his blue eyes sparkling. He gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles almost white. I guess that was expected. After all, he was making himself a target. Annabeth assumes that if the first face the Romans see is their praetor, they hopefully won't attack. I'm not sure how safe that is. Obviously, Jason doesn't either.

Luckily, Coach Hedge was inside his cabin, watching videos of Chuck Norris. Can't exactly have a middle-aged satyr yelling 'Die' at the top of his lungs and waving a baseball bat in front of a potentially hostile camp - new phrase I learned from Annabeth. And if all of those soldiers fought as well as Jason, we definitely don't need to anger them.

My idea was to paint a giant smiley face with the word 'Wassup' on the bottom of the Argo II, but Annabeth had ruled it out. She didn't think that the Romans had a sense of humor. She was probably right. Instead, we had sent them a holographic message, invented by your's truly. Hopefully, they got it. If they didn't, we'd be flying to our doom. How fun.

Annabeth looked up slightly, her face a mask of fear and confusion. She looked like she was about to say something, then thought against it, shaking her head to clear it. Worry emanated from her like heat from a fire. If Annabeth was scared, then I should be too, right? Suddenly, a chill fell around me, almost as if an abominable snowman was breathing down my neck. I shivered, trying to shake the feeling off. The ship couldn't be haunted, right? I mean, were ghosts even real?

Pffft, of course not Leo

My brain responds. I blow a small flame onto my hands in an attempt to warm myself up, but to no avail. I just couldn't shake that feeling. I frown, almost about to turn back. I could tell that Annabeth felt the same way. She wrung her hands nervously. I open my mouth to tell her when a loud sound cuts through the silent air. The sound of horns.

The Romans had spotted us.