You awoke to the soft rocking of the ship as it miraculously floated upon the waters of the Mediterranean.

Through the window in your Cabin, the sun poured in like liquid gold. It was beautiful, but this quest was kind of the end of the world.

If they failed, that was.

But you didn’t really feel like thing about Death at, what was it? Six thirty in the morning?

You sat up with a groan, pushing those thoughts from your head and rubbing your tired eyes with your hands.

The usual nightmares had been prominent, of course. But nothing new, just more of the same.

You stepped out of bed, dragging yourself to a standing position.

You dawned a CHB t-shirt, cargo pants, socks, and combat boots. Making your way into the shared bathroom, you brushed your teeth and hair.

Once you were finished, you splashed some cold water on your face and went to the common room.

The common room was just a long room on the opposite side of the sect that housed some seating, board games that nobody ever had the time to play, and a long table for eating and planning and such- not that they really did much planning, more planning, failing, and then praying they didn’t die.

The common room also had plates and glasses that were charmed to just appear with whatever food or dink the user wanted.

When you walked in, you were greeted with the sight of the people you were saving the world with.

Frank was sitting on the windowseat, writing in his diary as he sipped coffee. Annabeth and Piper were pouring over maps and talking quietly as they shared some fruit.

Hazel was eating breakfast- eggs and toast with avocado. It was balanced and healthy, a choice that she tried to coax others into making to no avail.

Jason was sitting next to and staring at Percy with mild disgust as he drowned the blue pancakes his magical plate had conjured in Maple Syrup and dug in.