Dealing with Drama

Marine Madness: Part 1

AN: I know, this update is long overdue, so... Sorry for that.

And a very happy new year to y'all as well, here's to hoping that 2025 will finally be the year when this shit is finished. Wow, imagine wishing y'all happy new year almost at the end of February. Took almost two months to pump this baby out. Fuck.

Also, I noted that most of my author's notes lately have just been me apologizing for late updates... Hmm, I wonder what's up with that.

This time my excuse is that my students again had their exams in the middle of me writing this chapter, so I had a fuckton of poorly written answers to go through with only a cup of pure caffeine and a headache. And after that, I took a well-deserved break.

Also, this chapter is 15K words long, twice the size of my normal chapters, so be grateful.

Also, a little disclaimer, the spellchecker I normally use is not working properly, so this chapter might be a bit wonky in terms of spelling. Maybe I'll edit this later when I get it working properly again.

Anyways, happy reading.

Percy stood at the pier in his underground garage, his hands on his hips as he looked up at his yacht with a small frown.

The Blue Cookie honestly looked like it had seen better days. Maybe Percy should have covered it with a tarp when he had left it, or at least scheduled some sort of regular maintenance when he had forgotten completely that it existed.

But now, it was looking much better than he could have expected.

The floating light orbs which doubled as magical servants for those at Ogygia seemed to be capable of a great many things, including, but not limited to, completely repairing a neglected yacht until it was almost brand new, that too, in less than two days.

They had been working through the entire night and had somehow even managed to restock the onboard pantry and the bar, and had even replaced the faded cushions with new ones, making sure that the deck looked as lively and vibrant, colourful as ever. Even the slight stains of neglect on the polished deck were nowhere to be seen, the glossy wooden finish shiny and brand new. The exterior was also new, with the sign of the Blue Cookie having been repainted, and now, all that was left was a few finishing touches on the engine repairs, and to refuel the yacht- although they had a sail, it wouldn't help much to always rely on the wind, though Percy supposed that wasn't entirely true with Thalia onboard.

"Ope." He dodged to the side as another glowing orb zoomed past him, carrying multiple heavy tools like screwdrivers, hammers and wrenches multiple times its own size, wrapped in glowing tendrils of light. Percy watched it zoom up the gangplank and off into the deck, at which point, he lost sight of it.

"Isn't it harder to carry those tools than to just do it yourself?" He cocked his head, wondering why the orbs needed tools when they didn't have hands in the first place and could use their tendrils to just do whatever they needed done. His long, messy hair fell across his face in silky strands that veiled his curious eyes.

"You can't always logic with magic, Percy." A soft, warm voice from behind made him turn.

"Oh no, I wasn't trying to logic with it- I gave up on that even before I knew I was a demigod. I was just wondering." He shoved his hands into his pockets, his dark, sea-green eyes gleaming mischievously as he grinned boyishly down at the newcomer. "You look lovely, Hestia."

"You look lovely too, Percy." Hestia smiled back at him.

She stood barely half-feet away from him, holding a closed basket- undoubtedly full of all sorts of delicacies that she had spent the entire morning making in the kitchen. Oh goddess of the hearth, indeed.