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"hello, hello, my dream boy"
AWAKENING TO A HORN BLASTING WAS NOT THE WAY TO GO. First, she had a night full of Coach Hedge's interrogating questions and suspicious moans about her and Percy the second they sat next to one another at the table in the dining hall.
Ariadne wore a deadpanned expression as dinner continued, while their nature protector ranted on and on about the benefits and what colors they wanted their bell collars to be. It was a common threat for all of them after the whole Percy/Ariadne stable scandal. Hazel and Frank were too innocent to break the rules, Annabeth and Leo too occupied with fixing the ship, and Jason was a good boy through and through.
Percy threw his head back against his chair. The boy's hand rested in his girlfriend's knee, bored of the satyr and only wanting to eat.
They eventually were able to escape him and sleep in their respected rooms. Coach Hedge had basically checked on them in the middle of the night to ensure the couple wasn't sneaking out once more.
The ship's horn was different than that of the Argo II—a blast so loud she believed another monster was attacking, this time with a stupid blow horn for a face.
Then the horn boomed again. It sounded like it was coming from several hundred yards away—from another vessel.
Her hand was already throwing open the door and racing up the stairs. By the time she had got up on deck, after slipping and sliding due to her speed, the others had already gathered—all hastily dressed except for Coach Hedge, who had pulled the night watch.
Frank's Vancouver Winter Olympics shirt was inside out. Percy wore pajama pants and a bronze breastplate, which she would've laughed at if not for the shock. Hazel's hair was all blow to one side, as though she'd walked through a cyclone; and Leo had accidentally set himself on fire. His t-shirt was in charred tatters. His arms were smoking. The brunette's body was covered in shorts and one of Percy's hoodies.
About a hundred yards to port, a massive cruise ship glided past. Tourists waved at them from fifteen or sixteen rows of balconies. Some smiled and took pictures. None of them looked surprised to see an Ancient Greek trireme. Maybe the Mist made it look like a fishing boat, or perhaps the cruisers thought the Argo II was a tourist attraction.
The cruise ship blew its horn again, and the Argo II had a shaking fit. Coach Hedge plugged his ears. "Do they have to be so loud?"
"They're just saying hi," Frank speculated.
"WHAT!" Hedge yelled back.
The ship edged past them, heading out to sea. The tourists kept waving. If they found it strange that the Argo II was populated by half-asleep kids in armor and pajamas and a man with goat legs, they didn't let on.
