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Pirates

"You are in so much trouble." Clarisse said. They had just finished a ship tour that they didn't wanted, through dark rooms overcrowded with dead sailors. They're seen everything from the coal bunkers to the gunnery deck (Clarisse's favourite spot).

Everywhere they went, dead Confederate sailors stared at them, their ghostly bearded faces shimmering over their sculls. They approved of Annabeth because she told them she was from Virginia. They were interested in Percy for a bit until he told them he was from New York. As soon as they heard Cassiopeia's English accent they disliked her on principle.

"My ability to see the dead becomes less and less unique by the day." Nico grumbled, leaning his head in Will's shoulder.

Tyson was terrified of them. All through the tour, he insisted Cassiopeia hold his hand, which she didn't mind but she wasn't thrilled about walking around in her current state.

Finally, they were escorted to dinner. The CSS Birmingham captain's quarters were smaller than Cassiopeia's walk in closet, but still much bigger than any other room on board. The table was set with white linen and china. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich's, potato chips and Dr Peppers were served by skeletal crewmen.

"Tantalus expelled you for eternity," Clarisse told them smugly. "Mr D said if any of you show your faces at camp again, he'll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV. Well, not you, Cass, but definitely the others."

"Forever the exception." Conner grumbled with mock annoyance, his arms crossed over his chest and an over exaggerated frown on his face.

"Did they give you this ship?" Percy asked between bites of his sandwich.

"Course not. My father did." Clarisse shrugged, handing Cassiopeia a drink.

"Ares?" Percy nearly chocked on his food.

Clarisse sneered. "You think your daddy is the only one with sea powers? The spirits in the losing side of every war owe tribute to Ares. That's their curse for defeat. I prayed to my father for a naval transport and here it is. These guys will do anything I tell them. Won't you captain?"

The captain stood behind her looking stiff and angry. His glowing green eyes fixed on Percy with a hungry stare. "If it means an end to this infernal war, ma'am, peace at last, we'll do anything. Destroy anyone."

"Destroy anyone?" Kira smirked, looking back up at her older sister. "Dead soldiers come with their perks I suppose." Clarisse nodded, a matching expression on her face.

Clarisse smiled. "Destroy anyone. I like that." Tyson gulped.

"Clarisse," Annabeth said, "Luke might be after the Fleece, too. We saw him. He's got the coordinates and he's heading south. He has a a cruise ship full of monsters-"

"Good! I'll blow him out of the water." Cassiopeia leaned onto her palm, watching the argument go back and forth.

"You don't understand," Annabeth said. "We have to combine forces. Let us help you-"

"No!" Clarisse pounded the table. "This is my quest, smart girl! Finally I get to be the hero and you two will not steal my chance."

Clarisse cringed at her younger self's desperation, "oh gods. My insecurities were really showing." She turned away from the screen with a judgmental look.

Percy got involved, asking about the other Ares kids which only seemed to make things worse. It was clear Clarisse was having some trouble with her prophecy from the oracle.

"Clari, let us, let me, help you." Cassiopeia's voice was clam, quiet compared to the yelling of the other teens.

"I don't need help, my lady. I'm more than capable and I don't need your pity." It was clear Clarisse was trying not to yell at the dark haired girl.