Child of lightning-Percy Jackson X reader-Book two

Fight, flight, or pass out like a stupid person

"You are in so much trouble," Clarisse announced.

We'd just gotten done taking a in detail ship tour that literally no one asked for. All I had learned was that the boat was dark, musty and full of dead people. All things I had picked up on after being on the ship for less than three seconds. Needless to say we were all utterly bored and none of us had the energy to get into it with Clarisse.

Okay so I kind of brushed over the whole 'dead people' thing. It wasn't like the boat was full of smelly corpses. No, they were more like ghosts. Dead Confederate sailors to be exact. You see, I knew about the civil war. I knew what the Confederates stood for, I think that might have been part of the reason that they creeped me out so much. You know that, or the fact that they were dead and still walking around running the ship.

It definitely didn't help that every time we passed by them they just hauntingly stared at us, their ghostly faces shimmering over their skulls. They approved of Annabeth because she told them she was from Virginia. They were interested in Percy too, because his last name was Jackson, like the Southern general. I think I kinda ruined that for him though by telling them we were from New York. They all hissed and muttered curses about the Yankees.

Tyson was terrified of them, even more so than I. All through out the tour, he insisted that Annabeth held his hand, which she of course was just overjoyed about...not.

Finally after what felt like years we were escorted to dinner. The CSS Birmingham captain's quarters were about the size of a walk-in closet, but still way bigger than any other room on board. The table was set with a fancy white table cloth and shimmering china. PB&J's, potato chips, and Dr. Peppers were served by skeletal crewmen. As hungry as I was, there was no way I was going to eat anything that was given to me by a bunch of haunted mansion rejects. I wasn't that desperate.

"Tantalus expelled you for eternity," Clarisse told us smugly. "Mr. D said if any of you show your face at camp again, he'll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV."

I smirked, "well it's nice to hear things haven't changed all too much."

Clarisse just scoffed.

"Did they give you this ship?" Percy asked.

"Course not. My father did."

There was a moment of silence before Percy skeptically asked, "Ares?"

Clarisse sneered. "You think your daddy is the only one with sea power? The spirits on the losing side of every war owe a tribute to Ares. That's their curse for being defeated. I prayed to my father for a naval transport and here it is. These guys will do anything I tell them. Won't you, Captain?"

The captain stood behind her looking stiff and angry. His glowing bright green eyes fixed our group with a hungry stare. "If it means an end to this infernal war, ma'am, peace at last, we'll do anything. Destroy anyone."

Clarisse smiled. "Destroy anyone. I like that."

Tyson gulped.

"Clarisse," Annabeth said. "Luke might be after the Fleece too. We saw him. He's got the coordinates and he's heading south. He has a cruise ship full of monsters—"

"Good! I'll blow him out of the water."

"You don't understand," Annabeth said. We have to combine forces. Let us help you—"

"No!" Clarisse pounded the table. "This is my quest, smart girl! Finally I get to be the hero, and you three will not steal my chance."

I shook my head. "We don't want to steal your thunder Clarisse. We just want to help. We're already here anyways."