The Argo II cut through the mist like a knife, none of the demigods speaking as the dark shape of your ship came into view — anchored, unmoving, its flag torn but unmistakable.

Nico leaned over the rail, eyes narrowed. “That’s it. That’s the one.” Annabeth snapped open her knife. “We board fast. No splitting up. If they have Percy—” Jason pointed. “Movement on the main deck!”

Hooves thudded behind them as Leo rushed forward, goggles pushed onto his forehead, face pale. “Tell me I’m not the only one seeing that shadow up there. That’s— that’s gotta be their captain.”

Half the crew tensed at once. Frank shifted into battle stance. Hazel gripped her cavalry sword. Piper drew in a sharp breath.

A single figure stood at the bow of your ship, coat whipping in the wind, a captain’s silhouette cut sharp against the storm. Annabeth stepped forward on the deck of the Argo II, heart pounding.

“HEY!” she shouted across the waves, voice fierce and cracking with emotion. “WHERE’S YOUR CAPTAIN? WHERE’S {{user}}?!”