Callie Jackson, The Redemption

Chapter VI

Guys I'm so excited to do this
Malcolm's POV

  I looked over at the staff. They had a grayish-green tinted skin that looked as though it was just tightly pulled over their bones.
  "You must be stronger than ya look." Said one to Callie. "To summon us."
  "She is." Noah butted in. "She went through Tartarus and back."
  "Noah stop." She said through a smirk.
  "Wish we could say the same." Said the one steering the boat. She stood up.
"Ma'am, all three of ye bunks are through that door." Said the one that had greeted us firstly. He pointed to a door at the head of the boat.
"Thank you sir." Said Callie "but you don't have to call me ma'am. I'm only twelve, you know."
"We are supposed to respect our mistress, but if ya do not want us to call ya ma'am, what will ya like to go by?" He said.
"Callie, sir." She said.
"And ya don't need to call me sir. Me name's Benterius."
"Ok... Uh... Benterius." She said, smiling.
"Indeed Callie." He said, shining a rotten toothed smile. I stood up, as did Noah, and walked into the Littleton. There were no beds. I poked my head out of the door.
  "Um... Benterius?" I said. He turned around.
  "Yes sir?" He said.
  "There's no need to call me sir." I said quickly. "My-my names Malcolm. We were just kinda confused because there are no beds in our room."
  "I'm very sorry Malcolm, but we couldn't afford bunks. The floor is very comfortable." He said apologetically.
"It's fine. We're ok. We adapt easily." I told him. He nodded, and when back to his business manning the ship. I turned around and shut the door. Noah and Callie had both curled up in separate corners. Noah had laid his head back and closed his eyes, and Callie had hers smushed against the wall, drool running down it. Not the graceful, powerful look that would first come to mind. I chuckled, then flopped down in a different corner. Lying my head back and trying not to look like Callie, I fell asleep.

"Let...me...go...you...Bastards!" I heard someone yell. I heard the rattling of chains, someone screaming, and heavy breathing.
"It's no use." I heard a soft voice. "I've already tried. There were some very rude ancient curses, a kicking of rock, and more curses.

I saw Noah hurry over from where he was over to Callie, and I did the same. She was twitching around, jumping and shaking. I shook her.
"Callie!" I said. Noah shook her by both her shoulders.
"Callie." He said gently. He got a little bit louder. "Callie!" She jumped awake, looking around frantically. She wrapped Noah in a hug that he returned. She then buried her face in her hands, and jerked her head up, her messy braids whipping around her face.
"And I'm supposed to be leading this quest." She snorted.
"Callie, you are." Noah said gently. "You've just been through a lot."
"I should be able to control it" she snapped. "I'm so stupid-"
"You're not stupid." I told her. "No one can control their dreams. Let's just go talk to the staff, they'll take your minds off things." I told her. "Hopefully." I muttered to Noah. He smiled, then elbowed me. We both grabbed one of Callie's hands and pulled her up. She walked over to the door and walked out of it, followed closely by Noah and I. She walked very slowly, gazing around at the stars.
  "Bob says hello." She sniffed.
  "Callie?" I asked. "What does that mean?"
  "Ask your sister." She whispered, still looking at the stars.
  "So whatcha doing now?" One of the members said. "
  "We, uh... We just woke up and wanted to see the stars. That's all." I said.
"Can we be out on the deck at night?" Callie asked.
"But of course, my lady." He said. He started to limp away, but Callie stopped him.
"You don't have to call me 'my lady.' Sir. You can call me Callie.
"Indeed Callie. My name's Oloptianuis. But me fellow crew members call me Olop." He limbed away.
"Olop?" Callie called, jogging over to him. "Could you tell me how you came to work for Hades?"
"Well, we first came to Poseidon."
"So my dad told you to do this?"
"Listen for the whole story child. We were all marines, sailing the sea in duty of our country. A violent storm sunk our ship. Missing in Action is the proper name. But your father took mercy on us. He made a deal with Hades, saying that we could sail the seas forever, but with a price. We would have to serve a very strong and brave, chosen demigod. That happens to be you, Callie."
"So, you can only serve me?" She asked.
"Correct." He said. He finally walked away, and we went over to the side of the boat.
"Kinda small." She said.
"That's what she said." Noah said, grinning.
"Oh, shut up!" She said, playfully pushing him away from her. He did the same, until they had ended in a pushing war. They were both laughing, until Callie for to close to the rail, and fell over bored.
"Noah!" I said. He waved his hand like it was no big deal, then Callie came back up, the water holding her.
"Well that was a bit of an overreaction." She said, crossing her arms. He laughed then pulled her, perfectly dry, by the wrist and onto the ship.
"Thanks." She said, smoothing down her shirt and tucking a curl behind her ear.
  "You kids might as well go back and get some sleep." The marine sailing the ship said.
  "Alright sir." I said. "Do you know what time it is?"
  "Eh. Maybe about three in the morning."
  "Thank you." Said Noah. We all walked into the cabin. Noah and Callie said in one corner talking, and plopped down in another. After about 20 minutes of listening to them whisper, I fell asleep.