𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

X || "You are okay."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

"If anything happened to him. I swear on Chaos I will rip this world apart limb to limb."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

LILITH GOT THE TOUR OF THE SHIP that she, frankly, didn't wanted. The dark rooms overcrowded with dead sailors. They saw the coal bunker, the boilers and engine, which huffed and groaned like it would explode any minute.

Clarisse made them see the pilothouse and the powder magazine and gunnery deck with two Dahlgren smoothbore cannons on the port and starboard sides and a Brooke nineinch rifled gun fore and aft-all specially refitted to fire celestial bronze cannon balls.

Everywhere the Demigods went, dead Confederate sailors would stare at them, their ghostly bearded faces shimmering over their skulls.

They approved of Annabeth because she told them she was from Virginia. They were interested in Percy, too, because his name was Jackson—like the Southern general but then Lilith ruined it by telling them he was from New York. They all hissed and muttered curses about Yankees.

They would through disgusted looks towards Lilith because of her brown skin tone. The dead soldiers were extremely racist and her brown skin didn't helped her.

Clarisse and Percy threatened them with their weapons, challanging them to say anything about her, but Lilith was enough for herself. She would narrow her eyes and would give them a hard stare untill they look away, with her eyes flashing bright amethyst and her signature smirk.

Although the dead were ruled by Lilith's mother but she didn't wanted them to serve her, they were giving her stares which Lilith was enjoying as she give them smirks, just to see them sneer at her.

Tyson was terrified of them. All through the tour, he insisted Annabeth hold his hand, which she didn’t look too thrilled about.

Lilith held his hand, which he was really happy about.

Finally, they were escorted to dinner. The CSS Birmingham captain’s quarters were about the size of a walk-in closet, but still much bigger than any other room on board.

The table was set with white linen and china. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, potato chips, and Dr Peppers were served by skeletal crewmen.

The dead soldiers gave her glares as they serve her dinner, Lilith, just to annoy them, ate it with a smirk resting on her lips, which resulted in Clarisse giving her a proud look.

"You are in so much trouble," Clarisse told them finally.

"Not the first time." Lilith said and Percy agreed with her.

"Tantalus expelled you for eternity," Clarisse told them smugly. "Mr. D said if any of you show your face at camp again, he’ll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV."

She turned to Lilith, "Tantalus tried expelling you too, but Mr. D told him that you would bring him back to life and would give him more torturous death before dragging him in Void and giving him the eternal suffering."

Lilith sipped the orange juice, "Dionysus spilling facts."

Percy gave her a wide eye look as the Nightangel girl gave him an innocent smile.

"Did they give you this ship?" The Ocean eyed boy asked as he tore his eye away from the insane girl.

"‘Course not. My father did."