𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩

Chapter X I

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Family's Black Sheep

Annabeth volunteered to go alone since she had the cap of invisibility, but (y/n) 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. The group stopped at their cabin long enough to gather our stuff. (y/n) figured whatever happened, they would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo. (y/n) made sure Leonidas was safely secured in his earlobe, and the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of my bag. (y/n) didn’t want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Annabeth told him not to worry about it. Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over each shoulder as easily as (y/n) 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 all into a supply closet.

  (y/n) 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."

  Annabeth was still invisible, but she squeezed (y/n)'s arm hard. He got a feeling he should know that second guy’s voice.

  "I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man—no contest!"

  The voices faded down the corridor.

  "That was Chris Rodriguez!" Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember—from Cabin Eleven."

  (y/n) sort of recalled Chris from the summer before. He was one of those undetermined campers who got stuck in the Hermes cabin because his Olympian dad or mom never claimed him. Now that he thought about it, (y/n) realized he hadn’t seen Chris at camp this summer. "What’s another half-blood doing here?"

  Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled.

  They kept going down the corridor. (y/n) didn’t need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Luke. His body tingled at the low purple fog coating the way—evil. Pure evil and death.

  "(y/n)." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look."

  She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade—a mall full of shops— but that’s not what had caught Annabeth’s attention.

  A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who’d attacked me with dodge balls, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures—humanoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

  "Scythian Dracaenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

  The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in (y/n)'s throat when he realized the dummy was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.