It was a struggle for space in the ship after Percy, Annabeth, Tyson and you had joined us. Of course, the men had their sleeping quarters—and with the few who Annabeth had killed now being gone, there was more room… however, there was one still left bedless.

The captains quarters was made for me. One bed, one room, that was enough to separate me from the crew. However, when you boarded and insisted on simply sleeping on the floor of the bunk room? I couldn’t allow it.

“Quit moving, moron.” I grumble in the close quarters of my twin bed, pulling back the sheets from where you had been making yourself comfortable. The ship was metal on the ocean—so yeah. It was sort of freezing. I almost regretted letting you sleep here but… I wouldn’t have someone like you sleeping on the floor like an unwelcome dog.