Before I Die (Split Souls part 1)

41: The Pirate Wants Info, Not Gold (Surprisingly)

PERCY POV

"A god?" Pirate narrows his eye. "Forgive me if I don't believe you."

I turn to Uncle T. "See, mortals don't just believe in this stuff." He just stares at me.

"I've read everything there is to know about you-" 

"Well obviously you haven't. 'Cause you were stupid enough to threaten my family." I interrupt. 

"Tell me the truth, before I put a bullet in your ribcage this time." He threatens. Oh yay, back to threatening me.

He can keep shooting me all he wants... But if he turns that gun on Uncle T... I think I've got a plan. Which ends with me winning. So hopefully it works out okay.

"Okay." I hold up my hands. "Okay, I'll talk."

Uncle T looks at me, baffled. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Something." I reply. Hopefully he understands that to mean that I know what I'm doing. At least, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing. 

"How about we sit down and chat? Get some weight off that leg of yours." Pirate suggests.

"My leg's fine." Now that I think about it, that shouldn't have hurt me in the first place. I guess that's a question to bring up to Dad.

But we sit. Pirate analyzes me every moment, every movement. It's weird, and I don't like it. So imma fuck with him. I don't even try to stop my knee from bouncing. Let him watch that. I bet he'll get carsick or something.

"Start talking." 

"Like I said, I'm a son of Poseidon." I tell him. 

"So, that's Greek. Are you saying that there are Greek gods too?" He narrows his eye. 

"Yup. A whole lot of them." I smirk.

"Any others?"

"The Romans too." I answer. Greek and Roman are pretty close these days. It'll be harder if I say something roman and he calls me out on it.

"And where do these so called 'gods' live?" He questions.

"Olympus." I state, like he's a dumbass for not knowing. I mean, it is kinda obvious. "And their own respective palaces. But those are all over."

"Olympus? So, Greece?"

"No." I snort. "They haven't lived there in centuries." 

"But you just said they lived on Olympus." He accuses.

"Yeah, and they do."  I nod.

"But Olympus is in Greece."

"Sure... But that doesn't mean the top of the mountain can't just... Move." I reply.

"That doesn't make any sense." His eye narrows more. I wonder if he can even still see me.

"They're gods. Why would anything make sense?" I retort. "Currently, Olympus is right here, in New York City."

"I'm pretty sure I would have noticed a 'gods' hiding hole if it was here." He glares at me.

"Dude, I lived here for eleven years and I only noticed it when I was told it was freaking up there." I chuckle.

"Up where?"

"Try the 600th floor of the Empire State building." His reaction is worth it. Combine 'Complete Bullshit' and 'Is he fucking kidding me?' with 'The hell is he on?' and possibly accompanied by 'I'm too old for this shit'.