There were several words that Annabeth Chase would use to describe Percy Jackson.

None of them were very pleasant. Really, this was hardly a new development.

But she attempted to think about positive things, despite the fact that her dislike for him was rapidly growing larger than a battleship. And she tried to ignore that they were facing certain death again, and all they had were a few flimsy bits of bronze. She tried to think of pleasant things—really, the seaside wasn't so bad.

(But when her foot slipped, she didn't try all that hard to mask her schadenfreude.)

AN: I posted a slightly longer version on Tumblr, because I was to write something with the words: battleship, seaside, bronze, and schadenfreude.