The Omnitrix Holder and the Sea of Monsters

So much for a family reuion

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Percy's pov

 Amara, after taking a few breaths,  volunteered to go alone since she had a camleon alien but I convinced her it was too dangerous. Either we all went together, or nobody went. "Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?" But in the end, he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails.

We stopped at our cabin long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo. I made sure Riptide was in my pocket and the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of my bag.

I didn't want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Amara told me not to worry about it. Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as I could carry a backpack. We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite.

Amara transformed into her alien and scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers. 104 As we came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Amara hissed, "Hide!" and shoved us into a supply closet.

I heard a couple of guys coming down the hall. "You see that Aethiopian dragon in the cargo hold?" one of them said. The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome." Amara squeezed my arm hard. I got a feeling I should know that second guy's voice. "I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man — no contest!"

The voices faded down the corridor. "That was Chris Rodriguez!" Amara said recognised. "You remember — from Cabin Eleven." I sort of recalled Chris from the summer before. He was one of those undetermined campers who got stuck in the Hermes cabin because his Olympian dad or mom never claimed him. Now that I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen Chris at camp this summer. "What's another half-blood doing here?" Amara shook her head, clearly troubled.

We kept going down the corridor. I didn't need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Annabeth. I sensed something cold and unpleasant — the presence of evil. "Percy." Amara 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 Amara'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," Amara whispered. "Dragon women." The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armour 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 armour stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled. Amara helped us step away from the window.

Her face was darkened. "Come on," She told me, "The sooner we find Annabeth 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 Annabeth's. " — the prophecy ourselves. The fools won't know which way to turn." Before I could react, Tyson's voice changed again, becoming higher and gruff, like the other guy we'd heard talking to Annabeth outside the cafeteria. "You think the old horseman is gone for good?"