The Sea of Monsters pjatob-2

by Rick Riordan

  We kept going down the corridor. I didn't need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Luke. I sensed something cold and unpleasant—the presence of evil.

  "Percy." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look."

  She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade—a mall full of shops— but that's not what had caught Annabeth's attention.

  A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who'd attacked me with dodge balls, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures—humanoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

  "Scythian Dracaenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

  The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in my throat when I realized the dummy was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.

  Annabeth stepped away from the window. Her face was ashen.

  "Come on," I told her, trying to sound braver than I felt. "The sooner we find Luke the better."

  At the end of the hallway were double oak doors that looked like they must lead somewhere important. When we were thirty feet away, Tyson stopped. "Voices inside."

  "You can hear that far?" I asked.

  Tyson closed his eye like he was concentrating hard. Then his voice changed, becoming a husky approximation of Luke's. " — the prophecy ourselves. The fools won't know which way to turn."

  Before I could react, Tyson's voice changed again, becoming deeper and gruffer, like the other guy we'd heard talking to Luke outside the cafeteria. "You really think the old horseman is gone for good?"

  Tyson laughed Luke's laugh. "They can't trust him. Not with the skeletons in his closet. The poisoning of the tree was the final straw."

  Annabeth shivered. "Stop that, Tyson! How do you do that? It's creepy."

  Tyson opened his eye and looked puzzled. "Just listening."

  "Keep going," I said. "What else are they saying?"

  Tyson closed his eye again.

  He hissed in the gruff man's voice: "Quiet!" Then Luke's voice, whispering: "Are you sure?"

  "Yes," Tyson said in the gruff voice. "Right outside."

  Too late, I realized what was happening.

  I just had time to say, "Run!" when the doors of the stateroom burst open and there was Luke, flanked by two hairy giants armed with javelins, their bronze tips aimed right at our chests.

  "Well," Luke said with a crooked smile. "If it isn't my two favorite cousins. Come right in."

  The stateroom was beautiful, and it was horrible.

  The beautiful part: Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea and blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one corner and a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food—pizza boxes, bottles of soda, and a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

  The horrible part: On a velvet dais at the back of the room lay a ten-foot-long golden casket. A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of cities in flames and heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

  "Well," Luke said, spreading his arms proudly. "A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?"

  He'd changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

  He still had the scar under his eye—a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon. And propped against the sofa was his magical sword, Backbiter, glinting strangely with its half-steel, half-Celestial bronze blade that could kill both mortals and monsters.

  "Sit," he told us. He waved his hand and three dining chairs scooted themselves into the center of the room.

  None of us sat.

  Luke's large friends were still pointing their javelins at us. They looked like twins, but they weren't human. They stood about eight feet tall, for one thing, and wore only blue jeans, probably because their enormous chests were already shag-carpeted with thick brown fur. They had claws for fingernails, feet like paws. Their noses were snoutlike, and their teeth were all pointed canines.

  "Where are my manners?" Luke said smoothly. "These are my assistants, Agrius and Oreius. Perhaps you've heard of them."

  I said nothing. Despite the javelins pointed at me, it wasn't the bear twins who scared me.

  I'd imagined meeting Luke again many times since he'd tried to kill me last summer. I'd pictured myself boldly standing up to him, challenging him to a duel. But now that we were face-to-face, I could barely stop my hands from shaking.

  "You don't know Agrius and Oreius's story?" Luke asked. "Their mother… well, it's sad, really. Aphrodite ordered the young woman to fall in love. She refused and ran to Artemis for help. Artemis let her become one of her maiden huntresses, but Aphrodite got her revenge. She bewitched the young woman into falling in love with a bear. When Artemis found out, she abandoned the girl in disgust. Typical of the gods, wouldn't you say? They fight with one another and the poor humans get caught in the middle. The girl's twin sons here, Agrius and Oreius, have no love for Olympus. They like half-bloods well enough, though…"

  "For lunch," Agrius growled. His gruff voice was the one I'd heard talking with Luke earlier.

  "Hehe! Hehe!" His brother Oreius laughed, licking his fur-lined lips. He kept laughing like he was having an asthmatic fit until Luke and Agrius both stared at him.

  "Shut up, you idiot!" Agrius growled. "Go punish yourself!"

  Oreius whimpered. He trudged over to the corner of the room, slumped onto a stool, and banged his forehead against the dining table, making the silver plates rattle.

  Luke acted like this was perfectly normal behavior. He made himself comfortable on the sofa and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "Well, Percy, we let you survive another year. I hope you appreciated it. How's your mom? How's school?"

  "You poisoned Thalia's tree."

  Luke sighed. "Right to the point, eh? Okay, sure I poisoned the tree. So what?"

  "How could you?" Annabeth sounded so angry I thought she'd explode. "Thalia saved your life! Our lives! How could you dishonor her—"

  "I didn't dishonor her!" Luke snapped. "The gods dishonored her, Annabeth! If Thalia were alive, she'd be on my side."

  "Liar!"

  "If you knew what was coming, you'd understand—"

  "I understand you want to destroy the camp!" she yelled. "You're a monster!"

  Luke shook his head. "The gods have blinded you. Can't you imagine a world without them, Annabeth? What good is that ancient history you study? Three thousand years of baggage! The West is rotten to the core. It has to be destroyed. Join me! We can start the world anew. We could use your intelligence, Annabeth."

  "Because you have none of your own!"

  His eyes narrowed. "I know you, Annabeth. You deserve better than tagging along on some hopeless quest to save the camp. Half-Blood Hill will be overrun by monsters within the month. The heroes who survive will have no choice but to join us or be hunted to extinction. You really want to be on a losing team… with company like this?" Luke pointed at Tyson.

  "Hey!" I said.

  "Traveling with a Cyclops," Luke chided. "Talk about dishonoring Thalia's memory! I'm surprised at you, Annabeth. You of all people—"

  "Stop it!" she shouted.

  I didn't know what Luke was talking about, but Annabeth buried her head in her hands like she was about to cry.

  "Leave her alone," I said. "A
nd leave Tyson out this."

  Luke laughed. "Oh, yeah, I heard. Your father claimed him."

  I must have looked surprised, because Luke smiled. "Yes, Percy, I know all about that. And about your plan to find the Fleece. What were those coordinates, again… 30, 31, 75, 12? You see, I still have friends at camp who keep me posted."

  "Spies, you mean."

  He shrugged. "How many insults from your father can you stand, Percy? You think he's grateful to you? You think Poseidon cares for you any more than he cares for this monster?"

  Tyson clenched his fists and made a rumbling sound down in his throat.

  Luke just chuckled. "The gods are so using you, Percy. Do you have any idea what's in store for you if you reach your sixteenth birthday? Has Chiron even told you the prophecy?"

  I wanted to get in Luke's face and tell him off, but as usual, he knew just how to throw me off balance.

  Sixteenth birthday?

  I mean, I knew Chiron had received a prophecy from the Oracle many years ago. I knew part of it was about me. But, if I reached my sixteenth birthday? I didn't like the sound of that.

  "I know what I need to know," I managed. "Like, who my enemies are."

  "Then you're a fool."

  Tyson smashed the nearest dining chair to splinters. "Percy is not a fool!"

  Before I could stop him, he charged Luke. His fists came down toward Luke's head—a double overhead blow that would've knocked a hole in titanium—but the bear twins intercepted. They each caught one of Tyson's arms and stopped him cold. They pushed him back and Tyson stumbled. He fell to the carpet so hard the deck shook.

  "Too bad, Cyclops," Luke said. "Looks like my grizzly friends together are more than a match for your strength. Maybe I should let them—"

  "Luke," I cut in. "Listen to me. Your father sent us."

  His face turned the color of pepperoni. "Don't—even— mention him."

  "He told us to take this boat. I thought it was just for a ride, but he sent us here to find you. He told me he won't give up on you, no matter how angry you are."

  "Angry?" Luke roared. "Give up on me? He abandoned me, Percy! I want Olympus destroyed! Every throne crushed to rubble! You tell Hermes it's going to happen, too. Each time a half-blood joins us, the Olympians grow weaker and we grow stronger. He grows stronger." Luke pointed to the gold sarcophagus.

  The box creeped me out, but I was determined not to show it. "So?" I demanded. "What's so special…"

  Then it hit me, what might be inside the sarcophagus. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. "Whoa, you don't mean—"

  "He is re-forming," Luke said. "Little by little, we're calling his life force out of the pit. With every recruit who pledges our cause, another small piece appears—"

  "That's disgusting!" Annabeth said.

  Luke sneered at her. "Your mother was born from Zeus's split skull, Annabeth. I wouldn't talk. Soon there will be enough of the titan lord so that we can make him whole again. We will piece together a new body for him, a work worthy of the forges of Hephaestus."

  "You're insane," Annabeth said.

  "Join us and you'll be rewarded. We have powerful friends, sponsors rich enough to buy this cruise ship and much more. Percy, your mother will never have to work again. You can buy her a mansion. You can have power, fame—whatever you want. Annabeth, you can realize your dream of being an architect. You can build a monument to last a thousand years. A temple to the lords of the next age!"

  "Go to Tartarus," she said.

  Luke sighed. "A shame."

  He picked up something that looked like a TV remote and pressed a red button. Within seconds the door of the stateroom opened and two uniformed crew members came in, armed with nightsticks. They had the same glassy-eyed look as the other mortals I'd seen, but I had a feeling this wouldn't make them any less dangerous in a fight.

  "Ah, good, security," Luke said, "I'm afraid we have some stowaways."

  "Yes, sir," they said dreamily.

  Luke turned to Oreius. "It's time to feed the Aethiopian drakon. Take these fools below and show them how it's done."

  Oreius grinned stupidly. "Hehe! Hehe!"

  "Let me go, too," Agrius grumbled. "My brother is worthless. That Cyclops—"

  "Is no threat," Luke said. He glanced back at the golden casket, as if something were troubling him. "Agrius, stay here. We have important matters to discuss."

  "But—"

  "Oreius, don't fail me. Stay in the hold to make sure the drakon is properly fed."

  Oreius prodded us with his javelin and herded us out of the stateroom, followed by the two human security guards.

  As I walked down the corridor with Oreius's javelin poking me in the back, I thought about what Luke had said—that the bear twins together were a match for Tyson's strength. But maybe separately…

  We exited the corridor amidships and walked across an open deck lined with lifeboats. I knew the ship well enough to realize this would be our last look at sunlight. Once we got to the other side, we'd take the elevator down into the hold, and that would be it.

  I looked at Tyson and said, "Now."

  Thank the gods, he understood. He turned and smacked Oreius thirty feet backward into the swimming pool, right into the middle of the zombie tourist family.

  "Ah!" the kids yelled in unison. "We are not having a blast in the pool!"

  One of the security guards drew his nightstick, but Annabeth knocked the wind out of him with a well-placed kick. The other guard ran for the nearest alarm box.

  "Stop him!" Annabeth yelled, but it was too late.

  Just before I banged him on head with a deck chair, he hit the alarm.

  Red lights flashed. Sirens wailed.

  "Lifeboat!" I yelled.

  We ran for the nearest one.

  By the time we got the cover off, monsters and more security men were swarming the deck, pushing aside tourists and waiters with trays of tropical drinks. A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of piña colada. Laistrygonian archers assembled on the deck above us, notching arrows in their enormous bows.

  "How do you launch this thing?" screamed Annabeth.

  A hellhound leaped at me, but Tyson slammed it aside with a fire extinguisher.

  "Get in!" I yelled. I uncapped Riptide and slashed the first volley of arrows out of the air. Any second we would be overwhelmed.

  The lifeboat was hanging over the side of the ship, high above the water. Annabeth and Tyson were having no luck with the release pulley.

  I jumped in beside them.

  "Hold on!" I yelled, and I cut the ropes.

  A shower of arrows whistled over our heads as we free-fell toward the ocean.

  TEN

  WE HITCH A RIDE WITH

  DEAD CONFEDERATES

  "Thermos!" I screamed as we hurtled toward the water.

  "What?" Annabeth must've thought I'd lost my mind. She was holding on to the boat straps for dear life, her hair flying straight up like a torch.

  But Tyson understood. He managed to open my duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical thermos without losing his grip on it or the boat.

  Arrows and javelins whistled past us.

  I grabbed the thermos and hoped I was doing the right thing. "Hang on!"

  "I am hanging on!" Annabeth yelled.

  "Tighter!"

  I hooked my feet under the boat's inflatable bench, and as Tyson grabbed Annabeth and me by the backs of our shirts, I gave the thermos cap a quarter turn.

  Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the thermos and propelled us sideways, turning our downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing.

  The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the thermos, like it was glad to be free. As we hit the ocean, we bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then we were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in our faces and nothing but sea ahead.

  I heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind us, but we were already out
of weapon range. The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone.

  As we raced over the sea, Annabeth and I tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. We figured it was important we let somebody know what Luke was doing, and we didn't know who else to trust.

  The wind from the thermos stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight—perfect for an Iris-message—but our connection was still poor. When Annabeth threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show us Chiron, his face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club.

  We told him about sneaking away from camp, and Luke and the Princess Andromeda and the golden box for Kronos's remains, but between the noise on his end and the rushing wind and water on our end, I'm not sure how much he heard.

  "Percy," Chiron yelled, "you have to watch out for—"

  His voice was drowned out by loud shouting behind him—a bunch of voices whooping it up like Comanche warriors.

  "What?" I yelled.

  "Curse my relatives!" Chiron ducked as a plate flew over his head and shattered somewhere out of sight. "Annabeth, you shouldn't have let Percy leave camp! But if you do get the Fleece—"

  "Yeah, baby!" somebody behind Chiron yelled. "Woo-hoooooo!"

  The music got cranked up, subwoofers so loud it made our boat vibrate.

  "— Miami," Chiron was yelling. "I'll try to keep watch—"

  Our misty screen smashed apart like someone on the other side had thrown a bottle at it, and Chiron was gone.

  An hour later we spotted land—a long stretch of beach lined with high-rise hotels. The water became crowded with fishing boats and tankers. A coast guard cruiser passed on our starboard side, then turned like it wanted a second look. I guess it isn't every day they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.

  "That's Virginia Beach!" Annabeth said as we approached the shoreline. "Oh my gods, how did the Princess Andromeda travel so far overnight? That's like—"

  "Five hundred and thirty nautical miles," I said.