0.9 Finding A Powdered Donut Shop in the Middle of the Wilderness Run By Monsters? It's More Likely Than You'd Think
"Thermos!" I shrieked as we hurtled toward the water.
"What?" Luke must've thought that I had lost my mind. He was holding on to the boat straps for dear life, his hair flying all around and making him look like an evil scientist or something.
But, thank the gods, Tyson understood. He managed to open my duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical thermos without losing his grip on it or the boat.
Arrows and javelins whistled past us. An no arrow stuck itself in my thigh, but I was a little too preoccupied to care.
I grabbed the thermos and hoped I was doing the right thing. "Hang on!"
"I am hanging on!" Luke yelled back.
"Tighter!"
I hooked my feet under the boat's inflatable bench, and as Tyson grabbed Luke and I by the backs of our shirts, I gave the thermos cap a quarter turn.
Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the thermos and propelled us sideways, turning our downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing.
The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the thermos, like it was glad to be free. As we hit the ocean, we bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then we were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in our faces and nothing but sea ahead.
I heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind us, but we were already out of weapon range.
The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone, out of sight, but certainly not out of mind.
Now that we were out of immediate danger, the pain in my thigh registered and Luke's eyes widened as he saw the two-and-a-half-foot-long arrow sticking out of me. Without any thought, I shoved the thermos into Luke's hands and I pulled the arrow out. Ignoring the blood now gushing from my leg, I simply stuck my leg into the water until the wound healed.
"Well, damn. That's one way to do it, Angel."
I just nodded.
As we raced over the sea, Luke and I tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. We figured it was important we let somebody know what Annabeth and Cody were doing, and we didn't know who else to trust.
The wind from the thermos stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight— perfect for an Iris-message— but our connection was still poor. When Luke threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show us Chiron, his face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club. Impossible, of course. I mean, it's Chiron. He literally has four left feet.
We told him about sneaking away from camp, and the Traitors and the Princess Andromeda and the golden box for Kronos' 'remains', but between the noise on his end and the rushing wind and water on our end, I'm not sure how much he managed to hear.
"Allie," Chiron shouted, "you have to watch out for—"
His voice was drowned out by loud shouting behind him— a bunch of voices whooping it up like Comanche warriors.
"What?" I called back.
"Curse my relatives!" Chiron ducked as a plate flew over his head and shattered somewhere out of sight. "Luke, you shouldn't have let Allie leave camp! But if you do get the Fleece—"
"Yeah, baby!" somebody behind Chiron yelled. "Woo-hoooooo!"
The music got cranked up, subwoofers so loud it made our boat vibrate.
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a story as endless as the ocean . pjo / allie jackson
Fanfictionallie jackson is a name most people know. she is known for being an actress with many movies and t.v. shows under her belt at the young age of seventeen, not to mention modeling and being on the cover of too many magazines to count. she is a shining...
