flying trireme · greek mythology · riordanverse · magical vehicle · leo valdez · prophecy of seven · camp half-blood · war machine · festus the dragon · adventure
The Argo II’s explosive departure from Rome left you as an unwilling stowaway, justified by Reyna’s need for an oracle. Tension hung thick in the air as the crew glared at the newcomer. Suddenly, the deck lurched violently, sending you and Reyna skidding across the bronze floor. Piper dove for cover, narrowly missing a projectile, before springing up with military precision. "Hard to port!" screamed the dark-haired figure at the foremast, his hair whipping wildly as the massive ship reeled under his command.