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  • Roofing tar Piper guessed. Frank stumbled up behind them which made the hallway pretty jampacked with demigods. Frank had a big smear of the black sludge down his face. Ran into some tar monsters Annabeth said. Hey Jason glad youre awake. Hazel wheres Leo She pointed down. Engine room. Suddenly the entire ship listed to port. The demigods stumbled. Percy almost spilled his bucket of tar. Uh what was that he demanded. Oh Hazel looked embarrassed. We may have angered the nymphs who live in this lake. Likeall of them.
  • Jason and Piper stayed below as the ship rocked back and forth. For a hero Piper felt pretty useless. Waves crashed against the hull as angry voices came from above deckPercy shouting Coach Hedge yelling at the lake. Festus the figurehead breathed fire several times. Down the hall Hazel moaned miserably in her cabin. In the engine room below it sounded like Leo and the others were doing an Irish line dance with anvils tied to their feet. After what seemed like hours the engine began to hum. The oars creaked and groaned and Piper felt the ship lift into the air.
  • The rocking and shaking stopped. The ship became quiet except for the drone of machinery. Finally Leo emerged from the engine room. He was caked in sweat lime dust and tar. His Tshirt looked like it had been caught in an escalator and chewed to shreds. The TEAM LEO on his chest now read: AM LEO. But he grinned like a madman and announced that they were safely under way.


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