Ever since I had left the island, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Hazel had a talk with me, asking me what's wrong, but of course I didn't tell her the truth. I used the homesick excuse. And as always, she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Percy had even said that I looked rough. Everyone said something, except for Nico and Frank. I mean, I'm glad that we rescued Percy and Annabeth, but to be honest, I want to go back to the island. To see...her. If not for her, then for this boredom. Ever since Piper charmspoke Festus and he is on permanently, I have nothing to do. I sit in my room as each day goes on with nothing to do. Everyone is busy besides me. And when I have nothing to do, I think back to my time on the island. Her voice was so beautiful as it repeats in my head. I can still remember her gentle touch; the graceful way she walks. I haven't even been telling jokes.
If Atlas wasn't her father, she would have been a daughter of Hephaestus. She helped my work on my boat back home, which I didn't end up needing. I remember when I once walked into her cave and she threw a pot at my head. Definitely passive aggressive. And the way she sang...damn. I knew she was into me. Even though she said she hates me, too. The way she had had a sudden wardrobe change into jeans and a T-shirt; I wasn't sure if I was speaking to the same girl. I told her to come with me, but she knew she couldn't. That first time she laughed at my joke... She was absolutely beautiful. And I swore on the River Styx I would find her and get her off that island. She waved away the matter and left me with a kiss...and then I left via raft. Now we are still on the Argo ll. Why? Because, go figure, we're lost. Seven demigods save the world to just get lost in it.
Everyone has a hand in this besides me. Percy is trying to figure out where we are, as if he knows. Ever since he and Annabeth came back from Tartarus his sea expertise hasn't been working. He keeps trying and trying to remember though. Annabeth is useful because...well she's Annabeth. Jason is useful because he can fly ahead of the ship and tell us what is there. Piper is useful because of her charmspeak. Hazel can get gold. Frank is a shape shifter. And me? Useless. Nico is in the same boat as me though. He sits there blaming himself and hasn't come out of his room.
I decide to walk up to the deck for some fresh air when on my way up, I see a raft. A very familiar one. The one that took me away from Calypso's island. I quickly pulled a piece of paper and a pen from my magic tool belt and wrote, "Everyone, you may applaud. The comedy is over. I'm going somewhere and I don't know when or if I'll be back. Have fun. (BTW Buford the table belongs to Percy if I don't come back) I left the note on the control board, so someone will find it. I sat on the edge of the Argo ll and looked down at the raft. I was getting ready to jump when I heard, "Hey!" I turned around to see a Nico in an AC/DC shirt. "Where do you think you're going?" If you hate me for this next move, go ahead. I took a large frying pan out of my tool belt and hit Nico with it. Nighty night. Hopefully, he won't remember when he wakes up.
I throw the frying pan overboard, and I am soon to follow. On the way down, I get hit with the frying pan. I fall into the water, arms flailing and all. I swim over to raft and rub my head where the frying pan hit me. I lay on the raft; it seems much larger than last time. You'll see her soon, I think to myself. I see the frying pan floating in the distance and I grab it to put it on the raft. The raft is so comfortable that I can't help but doze off.
I wake up and immediately feel a headache. I lean over the raft and vomit profusely. I look around and have no idea where I am. I can't see anything in the distance. So much for the island. "Thank you, world!" I shout, but then pause in utter silence. Why did I just speak in a French accent... It is only recognizable because I had heard Khione, the ice princess, talking in her French accent. But...why? Where did this come from? I've never learned French in my life. I bet Frank somehow taught me in my sleep...maybe even bribed Piper to charmspeak me into learning it. I want to kill that dude; first he took my girl, now he made me speak French. But how shall I murder him? Perhaps I'll stab him in the neck with a fork, then scoop his eyes out with a spoon. Muahahaha. I'm such a fabulous little shit aren't I. Just sitting here with a French accent plotting someone's death. Perfectly normal.
