I turned her head towards me, looking in the eyes that held so much wonder, so many unknown things I had yet to discover. "Hey none of that. I am sure you had a reason to leave. And maybe this was meant to happen. Fates do have a lot of control of your life, so you shouldn't feel bad about it. Who knows, you would have never seen me as a guinea pig and we wouldn't ride this beautiful ship of yours." I joked, hoping to cheer her up.
"You do make a cute fuzzy animal." She laughed, and my heart warmed, glad she wasn't feeling down anymore.
I watched the horizon. More than once I spotted monsters. A plume of water as tall as a skyscraper spewed into the moonlight. A row of green spines slithered across the waves— something maybe a hundred feet long, reptilian. I didn't really want to know.
Once I saw Nereids, the glowing lady spirits of the sea. I tried to wave at them, but they disappeared into the depths, leaving me unsure whether they'd seen me or not.
Sometime after midnight, Annabeth came up on deck. We were just passing a smoking volcano island. The sea bubbled and steamed around the shore.
"One of the forges of Hephaestus," Annabeth said. "Where he makes his metal monsters."
"Like the bronze bulls?"
She nodded. "Go around. Far around."
I didn't need to be told twice. We steered clear of the island, and soon it was just a red patch of haze behind us.
I looked at Annabeth. "The reason you hate Cyclops so much ... the story about how Thalia really died. What happened?"
It was hard to see her expression in the dark, now that the sun had set.
"I guess you deserve to know," she said finally. "The night Grover was escorting us to camp, he got confused, took some wrong turns. You remember he told you that once?"
I nodded.
"Well, the worst wrong turn was into a Cyclops's lair in Brooklyn."
"They've got Cyclopes in Brooklyn?" I asked.
"You wouldn't believe how many, but that's not the point. This Cyclops, he tricked us. He managed to split us up inside this maze of corridors in an old house in Flatbush. And he could sound like anyone, Percy. Just the way Tyson did aboard the Princess Andromeda. He lured us, one at a time. Thalia thought she was running to save Luke. Luke thought he heard me scream for help. And me ... I was alone in the dark. I was seven years old. I couldn't even find the exit."
She brushed the hair out of her face. "I remember finding the main room. There were bones all over the floor. And there were Thalia and Luke and Grover, tied up and gagged, hanging from the ceiling like smoked hams. The Cyclops was starting a fire in the middle of the floor. I drew my knife, but he heard me. He turned and smiled. He spoke, and somehow he knew my dad's voice. I guess he just plucked it out of my mind. He said, 'Now, Annabeth, don't you worry. I love you. You can stay here with me. You can stay forever.'"
I shivered. The way she told it—even now, six years later—freaked me out worse than any ghost story I'd ever heard.
"What did you do?"
"I stabbed him in the foot."
I stared at her. "Are you kidding? You were seven years old and you stabbed a grown Cyclops in the foot?"
"Oh, he would've killed me. But I surprised him. It gave me just enough time to run to Thalia and cut the ropes on her hands. She took it from there."
"Yeah, but still ... that was pretty brave, Annabeth."
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