In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
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In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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Annabeth volunteered to go alone since she had the cap of invisibility, but Percy and Juliet convinced her it was too dangerous. Either they all went together, or nobody went.
"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"
But in the end he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails. They stopped at their cabin long enough to gather their stuff. They figured whatever happened, they would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo. Juliet made sure her sunglasses were perched firmly on her nose and her laurel necklace was on her neck, the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of her bag.
She didn't want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Annabeth told them not to worry about it. Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as they could carry a backpack.
They sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. They hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people they saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.
As they came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed,""Hide!" and shoved them into a supply closet.
Juliet was quite literally squashed against the front of Percy in the small space, she was sure they would've been awkward about the closeness if they hadn't heard a couple of guys coming down the hall.
"You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said.
The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome." Juliet was quite literally nose to nose with Percy, she squeezed his arm hard. That second guy's voice, it was Chris from camp. "I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man—no contest!"
