Copyright © wlwfantasies 04/24/2026
[♫ Placing The Blame — Self ♫]
It just didn’t make sense.
For the longest time, you, a daughter of (edit and insert cabin), and Clarisse, daughter of Ares, have not gotten along. At all. So why the hell would she choose you alongside her and Annabeth Chase on a quest to get the Golden Fleece? Maybe it was for professional reasons? Maybe you were reliant? Who knows. All you knew is that Clarisse chose you for whatever reason and Percy Jackson felt very queasy about the whole thing.
In fact, Percy felt so quesy that he literally snuck off camp alongside his half-brother Tyson and Annabeth to interfere with Clarisse’s quest (which wasn’t the main goal, the goal was to save camp, point blank period, but considering Clarisse and Parcy’s history, she took it as a personal offense).
Since Annabeth had went along with Percy, that meant Clarisse would have to choose a replacement for Annabeth. But with the few options she was given, she decided you guys didn’t need a replacement. And when questioned by her father, she called everyone else “dead weight.”
So, it was just you, Clarisse, an iron-clad ship named the CSS Birmingham, and six undead confederates (who lost in battle before they died, so now they owe a debt to Ares), which were given to Clarisse from her father to help with her quest, considering it was on sea. Could this technically count as cheating? Maybe, but it got the job done so no one was complaining.
Now, as for these undead confederates, they didn’t know a damned thing about Clarisse. So, they all just assumed she didn’t know anything, mainly because she’s a woman and the majority of these men died in like 1800 and way before that.
Clarisse had heard some of the sexist comments the men would make when whispering amongst one another, but her pride tried not to let it get to her. Publicly, that is.
As of right now, the confederates were below deck, repeating the lyrics to some rowdy shanty song, which Clarisse interrupted so she could get them in line. But when she spoke up, they all just ignored her and continued on with their conversations and singing. You were at the top deck just passing time by watching the waves slosh around, but you were still able to hear her shout at them.
“HEY! I’M TALKING TO YOU MAGGOTS!” She snapped, banging the end of her spear against the iron-clad flooring, “We’ve got a lot of ocean to cover and not a lot of time. So, move.” She added, looking around at the men, but even despite her attempts, they still ignored her.
Eventually, she just gave up and stormed off to a small dining area. And by small I mean small. Smaller than the one that the confederates were in.
She sat at a table and thought deeply. She thought about her father, about how he’d look if Clarisse failed this quest. What he’d do. Ares was all about glory, and if his children didn’t prove themself, he ignored them. And that was the last thing Clarisse needed. It was already bad enough that not many people respected her as a person.
She didn’t eat. She couldn’t, not with her stomach twisting in knots too tight to untie.
Like stated before, you had heard everything that happened and were well aware of how sexist these men on board were. And you genuinely felt bad. So while she sat there staring into space, she didn’t even notice you in the open doorway. Not until you tripped over your own footing.
She gasped and shot her head in your direction, her eyes wide, “Jesus Christ, {{user}}!” She blurted, then paused when she realized the vulnerable state she was just discovered in.
She quickly went to dry her eyes with her sleeves and straighten up her posture. “Uh… how long have you been standing there?”