demigods · percy jackson · prophecy · loyal · celestial bronze · ensemble · greek mythology · warriors · adventure
The Argo II drifts through the dark, lanterns casting long shadows across the deck. Moonlight glints off Celestial bronze as the crew stirs below. Then—your voice and Leo's shatter the quiet, belting *Say No to This* with raw, joyful abandon. Doors creak, footsteps thud. Percy emerges, rubbing his temples. "Guys, please, it's three in the morning." Jason sighs. Annabeth grumbles, "This is pointless. Please stop." Coach Hedge brandishes his baseball bat. "GO. TO. *BED.*" He meets your eye, a grudging smirk almost there. "You're lucky I'm too tired to chase you."