A Son From Lands Unknown (PJO x Male Reader)

The Gang Checks Into A Spa

Eventually, Annabeth and (Y/N) decided to pull Percy into the boat once his wounds had healed. They had fashioned a makeshift sail out of pieces of Confederate uniform scraps and had set it up to get them moving. (Y/N) was standing at the front of the boat looking through the binoculars for any sight of land.

Percy stirred, trying to sit up, but he immediately felt woozy.

"Rest," Annabeth told him. "You're going to need it."

"Tyson...?"

Annabeth shook her head. "Percy, I'm really sorry."

The group was silent while the waves tossed them up and down.

"He may have survived, "Annabeth said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."

Percy nodded, but he had no reason to feel hopeful. He'd seen the explosion rip through solid iron. If Tyson was in the boiler room, there was no way he could've lived. He'd given his life for them, and all Percy could think about was the times he'd felt embarrassed by him and had denied that the two of them were related.

Waves lapped at the boat. Annabeth showed Percy some things from the wreckage. Hermes's thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a couple of sailors' shirts, and a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Most of Percy's stuff had floated away, but he still had the bottle of multivitamins Hermes had given him and of course Riptide.

The group sailed for hours. Now that they were in the Sea of Monsters proper, the water glittered a more brilliant green color, like Hydra acid. The wind smelled fresh and salty, but it carried a distinct metallic scent, too, as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous. Percy knew exactly which direction they had to go. He knew they were exactly one hundred thirteen nautical miles west by northwest of their destination. But that didn't make him feel any less lost.

No matter which way they turned, the sun seemed to shine right into their eyes. They took turns sipping from the Dr. Pepper and shading themselves with the sail as best as they could. And they discussed Percy's latest dream.

Annabeth estimated that they had less than twenty-four hours to find Grover, assuming Percy's dream was accurate and that the Cyclops Polyphemus didn't change his mind and try to marry Grover earlier.

"Yeah," Percy said bitterly. "You can never trust a Cyclops."

Annabeth stared across the water. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that."

Percy tried to stay mad at her, but it wasn't easy for him. The two had been through so much together that it just felt stupid to resent her.

He looked down at their measly possessions. The empty wind thermos, the bottle of multivitamins. Percy thought about Luke's look of rage when he'd tried to talk to him about his dad.

"Annabeth, what's Chiron's prophecy?"

She pursed her lips. "Percy, I shouldn't-"

"I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn't tell me. But you didn't promise, did you?"

"Knowledge isn't always good for you."

"Your mom is the wisdom goddess!"

"I know! But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works."

"The gods are worried about something I'll do when I get older," Percy guessed. "Something when I turn sixteen."

Annabeth twisted her Yankees cap in her hands. "Percy, I don't know the full prophecy, but it warns about a half-blood child of the Big Three, the next one who lives to the age of sixteen. That's the real reason Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swore a pact after World War Two not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three who reaches sixteen will be a dangerous weapon."