Chapter Eleven: I Save My Friends

''' Chapter 11 '''

''' I Save My Friends '''

(this is going on while I am at Calypso’s: The Narrator is Joe)

So Connor Anderson was gone. The greatest hero I had known for a while had fallen to his death. We had sunk his sword into the wood at the front of the boat. Soloman wrote a sign about the memorial. No one talked that night, we were too stunned. How was I supposed to lead this quest now? One of our great friends was gone.

The next day, we landed in Cleveland, Ohio. While we were getting supplies, some Scythian Dracnae and Telkhines snuck aboard the ship and hid themselves. After we got on the boat and took off, they ambushed us. We were no match for them. I lead the counterattack. A Dracnae had pressed me all the way to the edge of the ship. I was going to fall like Connor. I locked weapons with the Dracnae, and looked around. The campers were being routed. None of us had died yet, but it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened. I looked over at Madison fighting a Telkhine. She too had been pushed to the edge. Then something weird happened. A hand grabbed on to the edge of the ship. Connor jumped on board.

“It’s Connor! He’s Alive!” yelled Ian, son of Dionysus.

There was a murmur of collective whispers saying, “He’s Alive?”

(Switch Narration back to Connor)

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">That was a dramatic entrance. I ran over to the front of the ship and grabbed my sword. I charged over to the Telkhine by Madison, and stabbed it through the neck.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Thanks,” She said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Anytime,” I replied.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">I continued to fight the monsters. Inspired by my return, the campers fought with new purpose. We destroyed the monsters that had invaded our ship. When every last one had died, Joe brought me the tip of a Dracnae’s tail and the spine of a Telkhine. I held them up for everyone to see. They all yelled with pride as I passed them around. This was a camp victory. We replaced my unnecessary memorial with the memorial of our battle, which was dubbed, The Battle of The Argo II. We were now firmly on our way to Troy.

Chapter Twelve: We Find Our Ticket In