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Chapter thirteen

(In summeeeeeer (It rains a lot))

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(In summeeeeeer (It rains a lot))

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"Can I have a skittle?" Thea asked. After a solid 30 minutes laying on deck of the Argo II, looking up at the storm clouds disappearing, she had been moved to sit with her idiot cousins against the mast.

Drew had disappeared as they left the harbour, but Ina and Jack were still hanging around. The spirit threw a red skittle at her face, but it disappeared in the air.

"Sorry, only for dead people," Jack said, taking a handful from his sister's never-ending bag.

"Are you sure you don't want some water?" Annabeth asked, sharing a concerned look with Piper, who'd been trying to hydrate the girl since she got back.

"I want skittles," Thea said. "But they won't give me any."

"Has she gone insane?" Leo asked, crouching by Jason's side, throwing some water in his face, just in case.

"No sign of pursuit," Frank said. Had he been standing there a moment before?

"Or land," Hazel added, she too had just appeared out of thin air.

"Great, we're stuck at sea," Thea said, refusing the water bottle Piper tried to hand her once more.

"I quite like the Atlantic," Jack said. "Reminds me of pizza."

Thea turned her head.

"How the fuck does the Atlantic remind you of Pizza?"

"Thea?"

She turned back to Jason, who'd somehow gotten the mind capacity to talk again.

"Are you seeing things?"

"Maybe you just need glasses?"

"Maybe you need a trip to the insane-"

"Okay, that's enough," Annabeth said.

"Did you find the map you wanted?" Leo asked, focusing on Annabeth.

The blonde nodded, though she looked pale and shaken.

"I'll have to study it," she said, as if that was the end of the subject. "How far are we from those coordinates?"

"At top rowing speed, about an hour," Leo said. "Any idea what we're looking for?"

"Are we rowing?"

Annabeth grabbed the open bottle from Piper and splashed the daughter of Hades in the face. "No, we are not," she said, ignoring the demigoddess' complaints. "No idea where we're going either. Percy?"

Percy raised his head. His green eyes were bloodshot and droopy.

Thea frowned, ignoring the drops of water running down her cheek. "Is he on drugs?"

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