Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters Page #4

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It's absolutely out of the question.

If you could just listen to me

for one moment--

lam listening.

You want to go on a quest.

It must be Thursday.

I'm serious.

I'm absolutely sure that this is gonna work.

It was such a good year.

The Golden Fleece

can heal any living person or thing...

including Thalia's tree.

We heal the tree,

we restore the barrier around camp.

I'm surprised you want to go along

with her on this, Mr. Undershirt.

Underwood.

Whatever.

Every satyr who has ever

gone after the Fleece has died.

Right? I mentioned that to her.

But it's a risk I'm willing to take

for the good of the camp.

Look, the last I heard...

the Golden Fleece

was in the Sea of Monsters...

what the humans call

the Bermuda Triangle.

A place not only a satyr

should be afraid of.

So, the answer is no. No.

I'm sorry, Annabelle.

Annabeth.

Whatever. it's a terrible idea.

I've had a grand idea.

Unless Thalia's tree can be cured...

and the protective barrier

around our camp restored...

then every demigod, centaur,

satyr and nymph...

will be killed within days,

if not sooner.

Hey, you okay?

Don't worry, camp will be okay.

You have to have faith, right?

But fortunately,

I have considered the matter.

And after great study...

I have determined that the only thing

that has the power to save Thalia's tree...

and therefore our home...

is the Golden Fleece of myth...

What?

...whose touch...

...can heal every person

and every thing.

So, a quest, a mission of mercy,

if you will...

into uncharted and deadly waters...

with nothing less at stake

than our own survival.

Now, a satyr is naturally drawn,

as you know, to the power of the Fleece.

And therefore, it must be a satyr

who will guide a half-blood on this quest.

Thanks a lot.

Ichneutae!

Will you guide the champion?

Oh, yeah.

Good. Great! That's great!

Yeah!

As to who that champion might be,

our plight calls for only our finest hero.

The best of us,

the strongest and the bravest.

The scion of the god of war...

Clarissa!

Yes!

Thank you.

Her name, he gets right.

Hey, Clarissa. Clarissa!

What?

Don't worry about always

coming in second, Jackson.

You do get used to it.

I think, right?

Obviously, I wouldn't know.

Listen, Luke is still out there.

He's involved with the Fleece somehow...

and I've got a feeling

that he's not done yet.

Really?

Because I've got a feeling

that I don't really care.

Gosh, don't look so wounded.

Listen, there are generals,

and there are foot soldiers.

And you should feel lucky that you even

made it into the army at all.

Just try not to screw up anything

too badly while I'm gone. Okay?

Let's go.

Let's go.

"Cursed blade shall reap."

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