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eye lit up. “Love the job! Look!” He picked up the hot sword blade with his bare hands. “I made this!”
    “That’s really cool.”
    “I wrote my name on it. Right there.”
    “Awesome. Listen, do you talk to Dad much?”
    Tyson’s smile faded. “Not much. Daddy is busy. He is worried about the war.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Tyson sighed. He stuck the sword blade out the window, where it made a cloud of boiling bubbles. When Tyson brought it back in, the metal was cool. “Old sea spirits making trouble. Aigaios. Oceanus. Those guys.”
    I sort of knew what he was talking about. He meant the immortals who ruled the oceans back in the days of the Titans. Before the Olympians took over. The fact that they were back now, with the Titan Lord Kronos and his allies gaining strength, was not good.
    “Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
    Tyson shook his head sadly. “We are arming the mermaids. They need a thousand more swords by tomorrow.” He looked at his sword blade and sighed. “Old spirits are protecting the bad boat.”
    “The Princess Andromeda ?” I said. “Luke’s boat?”
    “Yes. They make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddy’s storms. Otherwise he would smash it.”
    “Smashing it would be good.”
    Tyson perked up, as if he’d just had another thought. “Annabeth! Is she there?”
    “Oh, well . . .” My heart felt like a bowling ball. Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter). I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was missing. He’d start crying so bad he’d probably put out his fires. “Well, no . . . she’s not here right now.”
    “Tell her hello!” He beamed. “Hello to Annabeth!”
    “Okay.” I fought back a lump in my throat. “I’ll do that.”
    “And, Percy, don’t worry about the bad boat. It is going away.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Panama Canal! Very far away.”
    I frowned. Why would Luke take his demon-infested cruise ship all the way down there? The last time we’d seen him, he’d been cruising along the East Coast, recruiting half-bloods and training his monstrous army.
    “All right,” I said, not feeling reassured. “That’s . . . good. I guess.”
    In the forges, a deep voice bellowed something I couldn’t make out. Tyson flinched. “Got to get back to work! Boss will get mad. Good luck, Brother!”
    “Ok, tell Dad—”
    But before I could finish, the vision shimmered and faded. I was alone again in my cabin, feeling even lonelier than before.
    * * *
    I was pretty miserable at dinner that night.
    I mean, the food was excellent as usual. You can’t go wrong with barbecue, pizza, and never-empty soda goblets. The torches and braziers kept the outdoor pavilion warm, but we all had to sit with our cabin mates, which meant I was alone at the Poseidon table. Thalia sat alone at the Zeus table, but we couldn’t sit together. Camp rules. At least the Hephaestus, Ares, and Hermes cabins had a few people each. Nico sat with the Stoll brothers, since new campers always got stuck in the Hermes cabin if their Olympian parent was unknown. The Stoll brothers seemed to be trying to convince Nico that poker was a much better game than Mythomagic. I hoped Nico didn’t have any money to lose.
    The only table that really seemed to be having a good time was the Artemis table. The Hunters drank and ate and laughed like one big happy family. Zoë sat at the head like she was the mama. She didn’t laugh as much as the others, but she did smile from time to time. Her silver lieutenant’s band glittered in the dark braids of her hair. I thought she looked a lot nicer when she smiled. Bianca di Angelo seemed to be having a great time. She was trying to learn how to arm wrestle from the big girl who’d picked a fight with the Ares kid on the basketball court. The bigger girl was beating her every time, but Bianca didn’t seem to mind.
    When we’d finished eating, Chiron made the