Interlude (Percy POV) (Version 2)
You might be wondering, why the fuck am I here? Good question. I was asking myself the same thing when Hecate decided it would be a great idea to make me the captain of a ship and send me off with her champions. Yeah, you heard that right. I’m a demigod, not a sailor—or at least, I wasn’t until a couple of days ago.
So, here I am, stuck on this boat with a bunch of morally grey wizards, witches, and whatever-the-hell else they are. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not bad people. Well, not all of them, anyway. But I’d rather be back home with Annabeth, eating blue cookies, and planning our future. Why do you think I named the ship Annie? It’s my little way of keeping her close, even when I’m stuck in this bizarre situation.
And yeah, before you ask, the boat pretty much steers itself. That’s all me, by the way. I’ve got the whole water-controlling thing down, so I’m guiding this thing without even touching the wheel. It’s kinda fun, but also a little creepy when you think about it. The others are probably too wrapped up in their own drama to notice, but if they did, I’m sure they’d freak out.
So how did I get here? Simple. Hecate, in her infinite wisdom (sense the sarcasm?), decided I’d make the perfect captain for her little crew. Why? Who knows. Maybe she thought I needed a break from the usual monster-fighting and world-saving. Or maybe she just enjoys messing with me. Either way, here I am, playing taxi driver for a bunch of wizards.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I can handle this. I’ve faced Titans, gods, and the occasional irritable goddess, so a few moody witches and wizards aren’t going to phase me. But seriously, I’d rather be anywhere else right now. Like, literally anywhere. But Hecate was pretty clear that I’m stuck with them until… well, until whatever this is is over.
And honestly, I’m not sure if I should be more worried about the fact that I’m babysitting magical teenagers or that I’m actually starting to like some of them. Yeah, that’s right. They’re growing on me. Even the one who keeps flirting with the other guy nonstop. They’re a mess, but they’re my mess now.
But let’s be real: I’m counting down the days until I can hand this ship over to someone else and go back to my beautiful wife. The sooner we wrap this up, the sooner I can sail Annie back to New York and never think about this again.
Anyway, until then, I’ll keep steering this boat with my mind and making sure none of these guys accidentally blow it up. Because knowing my luck? That’s totally something that could happen.