Captain Chase vowed never to sail alongside Captain Jackson again.
But as fate would have it, the estranged couple found themselves back into a whirlwind of chaos, with only each other as anchor.
Can they clear the air between them or will chaos and...
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I woke up alone on the wrong side of bed, with the worst headache of my dreaded existence.
Argh, never trying that liquor crap again. And neither should you, kids. It ain't worth it.
Memories of my night were fragmented, a hazy blur swirling around in my pounding head. It took me a while to remember I exist
Thoughts chocked me last night, memories, stories, fears and worries that I tried to run from attacked me with full force. And during my unnecessary thinking session, I came to a realising. Something that had been brewing in the pit of my cut but somethin' I never wanted go face.
The fact that Annabeth's crew hates me just as much as their captain does.
I didn't notice it at first, everything seemed dandy. Though now, it's impossible not to notice the way Katie immediately quiets down whenever I'm around, or how the Stolls look out at the ocean to pretend they can't see me.
Ive never had the greatest relationship with Clarisse, but by Thunders, I can vouch for certain that she and I have never been at more odds.
It's almost like she hates me more than Annabeth does. And for the life of me, I can't figure out why.
And trust me, I've thought about it so much that I must've melted half my brain cells tryna come up with an answer.
When she left, it was pure agony. I couldn't get out of bed, I refused to eat. I couldn't do anything
Never in a million years did I think that we'd be apart.
I thought it was because of my proposal. Did she hate the ring? Did she not want to marry me?
But we'd been engaged for almost a year by the time she bolted, so why would she have waited that long to leave me?
None of it made any sense.
I sighed. The cool ocean breeze for my only salvation from my miserable plight, and aching temples.
It seemed I was destined to die alone. No matter how much progress I make with Annabeth, she's out of bed before I rise and out of sight till nightfall. It's one step forward and two steps into Tartarus.
"Aye," I called to the ocean, stepping on a stool to enhance my view, "Are ya gonna keep making me suffer?" I asked.
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