The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) 18+ WTM/WTS Book 1

*I Go Down With The Ship

"He is not my son!" Poseidon bellowed, his voice thunderous enough to shake the chamber. "That abomination, Polyphemus, is not my child!"

Zeus narrowed his eyes, stepping closer as if to provoke him. "You called Tyson an abomination before... is he still not your son?"

Poseidon's glare turned chilling, his aura radiating raw fury. He felt the urge to leap from his throne and strike Zeus where he sat.

But Rhea's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. "Poseidon! You better not attack your brother again!"

New title on the screen:

I Go Down With The Ship

A ripple of concern passed through the gods as they exchanged uneasy glances.

Poseidon's jaw tightened. "Percilla... don't do anything reckless."

Hades narrowed his eyes. "Going down with the ship... she's continuing to risk her life."

"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," I muttered.

"Swim for it!" Grover said.

He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Anthony hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing him down.

Certain gods—Poseidon, Anubis, and Loki—laughed or smirked darkly at his predicament, silently wishing he would drown beneath its weight.

Athena, Hestia, Leto, and Rhea watched the screen with worried eyes.

But the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece.

"You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"

Tyson froze.

"Don't listen to him!" I pleaded. "Come on."

I pulled Tyson's arm, but I might as well have been pulling a mountain. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. "I am not a traitor."

"You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!"

Polyphemus threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.

"Not a traitor," Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."

The gods cheered at Tyson's words.

Zeus boomed with laughter. "That's the spirit, boy! Defiance worthy of Olympus!"

Ares grinned savagely. "Ha! Now that's what I like to hear—smash his face in, kid!"

Hephaestus chuckled proudly. "Strong words, well-forged. The lad's got iron in his heart."

Dionysus raised his brows. "He got a backbone. This just got more entertaining."

Poseidon's face remained expressionless, but a glint flickered in his eyes as he watched Tyson.

"Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.

Poseidon sneered at the Cyclops' (he would never call it his son) pathetic display.

Many gods laughed mockingly.

"Percy!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"

They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If I could just keep the monster distracted a little longer ...

"Go," Tyson told me. "I will hold Big Ugly."

"No! He'll kill you." I'd already lost Tyson once. I wasn't going to lose him again. "We'll fight him together."