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“Whoa!” Leo said. “That’s the first successful military submarine. From the Civil War. I always
wanted to see that.”
“It was designed by Roman demigods,” Jason said. “It held a secret stash of Imperial gold
torpedoes—until we rescued them and brought them back to Camp Jupiter.”
Hazel crossed her arms. “So the Romans fought on the Confederate side? As a girl whose
grandmother was a slave, can I just say…not cool?”
Jason put his hands in front of him, palms up. “I personally was not alive then. And it wasn’t all
Greeks on one side and all Romans on the other. But, yes. Not cool. Sometimes demigods make bad
choices.” He looked sheepishly at Hazel. “Like sometimes we’re too suspicious. And we speak without
thinking.”
Hazel stared at him. Slowly it seemed to dawn on her that he was apologizing.
Jason elbowed Leo.
“Ow!” Leo yelped. “I mean, yeah…bad choices. Like not trusting people’s brothers who, you
know, might need saving. Hypothetically speaking.”
Hazel pursed her lips. “Fine. Back to Charleston. Are you saying we should check that submarine
again?”
Jason shrugged. “Well…I can think of two places in Charleston we might search. The museum
where they keep the Hunley—that’s one of them. It has a lot of relics from the Civil War. A map
could be hidden in one. I know the layout. I could lead a team inside.”
“I’ll go,” Leo said. “That sounds cool.”
Jason nodded. He turned to Frank, who was trying to pull his fingers out of the Chinese
handcuffs. “You should come too, Frank. We might need you.”
Frank looked surprised. “Why? Not like I was much good at that aquarium.”