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Frank sat on one of the deck chairs, trying to repair one of his dull arrows with a knife sharpener. The sharpener's thin slot wasn't working too well, since the mechanism was meant for kitchen knives, not imperial gold arrowheads. His Grandmother would have swatted him for misusing kitchen utensils, but Frank didn't have any over options. Besides, his arrows had gotten pretty blunt.     He looked up to tell Hazel about the faulty sharpener, but he realized she wasn't there. Earlier, Frank remembered, Hazel had gone below deck. She'd been grumbling something about never getting on a boat again when all this was over.     Jason seemed to b

Annabeth and Jason sit in the kitchen, her polishing her knife and him pouring cereal into a bowl. He takes a bite. Annabeth looks up and wrinkles her nose. How he can eat that sickeningly sweet stuff, she has no idea.     "I talked to Reyna last night," Jason says, his voice echoing around the mostly empty kitchen. Everyone else is still in bed or showering, even Coach Hedge.      "Hmm?" Annabeth's hands stop moving over the blade, and she glances at him.     "She didn't have any updates," Jason continues, "They're still in the same area, moving at the same pace. But she seemed really…I don't know. Odd. I mean, she wouldn't meet m

This takes place right after RICK RIORDAN'S FIRST CHAPTER, so you may want to hear that before you read this.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRa3e0IuVJs Please enjoy. Annabeth forced that cold, shivery feeling out of her mind and gazed below them. A sea of purple t-shirts (much like the one Jason first wore) covered in battle armor awaited the crew of the Argo II. Two people wearing togas stood before the crowd. As they got closer, Annabeth could see that one of them had very dark hair, almost like…     Suddenly, Annabeth's heart was pounding so against her chest so hard she thought her ribs would break.     Annabeth tried not to