Percy Jackson x Male Reader The Sea of Monsters

I'm An Amazing Gruncle

Y/n's POV

Annabeth volunteered to go alone since she had the cap of invisibility, but Percy and I convinced her it was too dangerous. Either we all went together, or nobody went.

"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"

But in the end he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails. We stopped at our cabin long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the Scooby Doo ghost cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo.

We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs, toward the admirals suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.

As we came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiral suit was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed. "Hide!" and shoved us into a supply closet.

I heard a couple of guys coming down the hall.

"You see that Ethiopian dragon the cargo hold?" one of them said.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."

Annabeth was still inivibsle, but she squeezed my arm hard. I got a feeling I should know that second guy's voice.

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man-no contest!"

The voices faded down the corridor.

"That was Chris Rodriguez!" Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember-from Cabin Eleven."

Percy and I looked at each other and shrugged. I sort of recalled Chris from the summer before. He was one of these undetermined campers who got stuck in this Hermes cabin because his Olympian dad or mom never claimed him. Now that I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen Chris at camp this summer. "What's another half-blood doing here?"

Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled.

We kept going down the corridor. I didn't need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Luke. I sensed something cold and unpleasant-the presence of evil.

"Guys." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look."

She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade-a mall full of shops-but that's not what had caught Annabeth's attention.

A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who'd attacked me with dodge balls, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures-humanoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

"Scythian Dracenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in my throat when I realized the dummy was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.

Annabeth stepped away from the window. Her face was ashen.

"Come on," Percy told us trying to sound brave for us. "The sooner we find Luke the better."

At the end of the hallway were double oak doors that looked like they must lead somewhere important. When we were thirty feet away, Tyson stopped. "Voices inside."

"You can hear that far?" I asked.

Tyson closed his eye like he was concentrating hard.

Then his voice changed becoming a husky approximation of Luke's. "-the prophecy ourselves. The fools won't know which way to turn."