Mad Woman - Rewrite

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Part 2. Chapter 7.

Includes :
Annabeth Tries to Swim Home
We Meet The Sheep Of Doom

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"You just left ?" Hermione demanded.

The trio winced. Percy was the one who answered, "Yeah...it wasn't our finest moment."

"Those people..."

"At that point, we were selfishly thinking about getting out of there and getting to Grover," Annabeth explained. "Like Percy said, not our moment."

"It's okay," Remus patted them on the shoulders. "Tunnel vision is understandable given the stakes you face."

Nate nodded. "Yeah. Demigod life...you can't save em all."

Harry and Hermione gaped. How was it okay to leave those people there ? What they seemed to forget was that these guys were kids. And that they had already been through so much.

Chapter 13: Annabeth Tries To Swim Home

"Ummm..."

Blaise looked at the blonde. "Why would you do that ?"

"It makes sense later," the girl promised.

I'd finally found something I was really good at.

The Queen Anne's Revenge responded to my every command. I knew which ropes to hoist, which sails to raise, which direction to steer. We plowed through the waves at what I figured was about ten knots. I even understood how fast that was. For a sailing ship, pretty darn fast.

It all felt perfect—the wind in my face, the waves breaking over the prow.

But now that we were out of danger, all I could think about was how much I missed Tyson, and how worried I was about Grover.

I couldn't get over how badly I'd messed up on Circe's Island. If it hadn't been for Annabeth, I'd still be a rodent, hiding in a hutch with a bunch of cute furry pirates. I thought about what Circe had said: See, Percy? You've unlocked your true self!

I still felt changed. Not just because I had a sudden desire to eat lettuce. I felt jumpy, like the instinct to be a scared little animal was now a part of me. Or maybe it had always been there. That's what really worried me.

"You're awesome, mate," Theo nudged him.

"Yeah," Blaise agreed. "Don't doubt that."

Percy smiled at them. "Thanks guys."

We sailed through the night.

Annabeth tried to help me keep lookout, but sailing didn't agree with her. After a few hours rocking back and forth, her face turned the color of guacamole and she went below to lie in a hammock.

Rowan stayed up with me though. She hadn't spoken much. She definitely seemed less angry than before...though it had been replaced with a sort of numbness instead. Like she was there but she wasn't.