It was a normal day aboard the Argo II- normal for a gang of demigods, at least. Percy and Jason were arguing about the right way to steer a ship with Leo egging them on enthusiastically. Annabeth, Piper and Calypso were in the mess hall creating a vacation plan. Reyna and Thalia were sparring on the deck, while Frank and Hazel were making out in the stables. Nico and Will were playing Mythomagic.
Shut up, Grace! Who's the sea expert here?
Wow, Reyna, you're seriously good.
You're so dense, Jackson!
FIGHT!! FIGHT!!
Please. Tell me something I don't know.
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Suddenly, completely out of the blue, a figure jumped onto the deck. He was clad in a golden suit and wore a golden mask. Even with his face covered, everyone on the Argo II knew who this was. It was Chrysaor, son of Poseidon and Medusa. He was such a skilled swordfighter, even Percy hadn't been able to beat him.
At last, Perseus Jackson. I have a bone to peck with you!
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He had come back for revenge. However, Chrysaor hadn't anticipated so many of Percy's loyal friends. The crew came to themselves and, before he could even react, thrashed him up. They all used their areas of expertise against him and within seconds, the son of Medusa was a pile of dust.
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