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The hum of the ship’s engines changed to a lower pitch. Over the cabin loudspeaker, Festus’s voice<br />
creaked and squeaked.<br />
‘Yeah, thanks, buddy,’ Leo said. ‘On my way.’<br />
The ship was descending, which meant Leo’s projects would have to wait.<br />
‘Sit tight, Sunshine,’ he told Calypso’s picture. ‘I’ll get back to you, just like I promised.’<br />
Leo could imagine her response: I am not waiting for you, Leo Valdez. I am not in love with you.<br />
And I certainly don’t believe your foolish promises!<br />
The thought made him smile. He slipped his keys back into his tool belt and headed for the mess<br />
hall.<br />
The other six demigods were eating breakfast.<br />
Once upon a time, Leo would have worried about all of them being together belowdecks with<br />
nobody at the helm, but ever since Piper had permanently woken up Festus with her charmspeak – a<br />
feat Leo still did not understand – the dragon figurehead had been more than capable of running the<br />
Argo II by himself. Festus could navigate, check the radar, make a blueberry smoothie and spew<br />
white-hot jets of fire at invaders – simultaneously – without even blowing a circuit.<br />
Besides, they had Buford the Wonder Table as backup.<br />
After Coach Hedge left on his shadow-travel expedition, Leo had decided that his three-legged<br />
table could do just as good a job as their ‘adult chaperone’. He had laminated Buford’s tabletop with<br />
a magic scroll that projected a pint-sized holographic simulation of Coach Hedge. Mini-Hedge would<br />
stomp around on Buford’s top, randomly saying things like ‘CUT THAT OUT!’ ‘I’M GONNA KILL<br />
YOU!’ and the ever-popular ‘PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!’<br />
Today, Buford was manning the helm. If Festus’s flames didn’t scare away the monsters, Buford’s<br />
holographic Hedge definitely would.<br />
Leo stood in the doorway of the mess hall, taking in the scene around the dining table. It wasn’t<br />
often he got to see all his friends together.<br />
Percy was eating a huge stack of blue pancakes (what was his deal with blue food?) while<br />
Annabeth chided him for pouring on too much syrup.<br />
‘You’re drowning them!’ she complained.<br />
‘Hey, I’m a Poseidon kid,’ he said. ‘I can’t drown. And neither can my pancakes.’<br />
To their left, Frank and Hazel used their cereal bowls to flatten out a map of Greece. They looked<br />
over it, their heads close together. Every once in a while Frank’s hand would cover Hazel’s, just<br />
sweet and natural like they were an old married couple, and Hazel didn’t even look flustered, which<br />
was real progress for a girl from the 1940s. Until recently, if somebody said gosh darn, she would<br />
nearly faint.<br />
At the head of the table, Jason sat uncomfortably with his T-shirt rolled up to his ribcage as Nurse<br />
Piper changed his bandages.<br />
‘Hold still,’ she said. ‘I know it hurts.’<br />
‘It’s just cold,’ he said.<br />
Leo could hear the pain in his voice. That stupid gladius blade had pierced him all the way