“And promising to lead us to Epirus. ” Frank nodded. “I get the feeling Nico doesn’t play well with others. ”
Frank stood up straight. He was wearing a beige T-shirt with a picture of a horse and the words PALIO DI SIENA. He’d only bought it a couple of days ago, but now it was too small. When he stretched, his midriff was exposed.
Hazel realized she was staring. She quickly looked away, her face flushed.
“Nico is my only relative,” she said. “He’s not easy to like, but…thanks for being kind to him. ”
Frank smiled. “Hey, you put up with my grandmother in Vancouver. Talk about not easy to like. ”
“I loved your grandmother!”
Gale the polecat scampered up to them, farted, and ran away.
“Ugh. ” Frank waved away the smell. “Why is that thing here, anyway?”
Hazel was almost glad she wasn’t on dry land. As agitated as she felt, gold and gems would probably be popping up all around her feet.
“Hecate sent Gale to observe,” she said.
“Observe what?”
Hazel tried to take comfort in Frank’s presence, his new aura of solidity and strength.
“I don’t know,” she said at last. “Some kind of test. ”
Suddenly the boat lurched forward.
HAZEL AND FRANK TUMBLED OVER EACH OTHER. Hazel accidentally gave herself the Heimlich maneuver with the pommel of her sword and curled on the deck, moaning and coughing up the taste of katobleps poison.
Through a fog of pain, she heard the ship’s figurehead, Festus the bronze dragon, creaking in alarm and shooting fire.
Dimly, Hazel wondered if they’d hit an iceberg—but in the Adriatic, in the middle of summer?
The ship rocked to port with a massive commotion, like telephone poles snapping in half.
“Gahh!” Leo yelled somewhere behind her. “It’s eating the oars!”
What is? Hazel wondered. She tried to stand, but something large and heavy was pinning her legs. She realized it was Frank, grumbling as he tried to extract himself from a pile of loose rope.
Everyone else was scrambling. Jason jumped over them, his sword drawn, and raced toward the stern. Piper was already on the quarterdeck, shooting food from her cornucopia and yelling, “Hey! HEY! Eat this, ya stupid turtle!”
Turtle?
Frank helped Hazel to her feet. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Hazel lied, clutching her stomach. “Go!”
Frank sprinted up the steps, slinging off his backpack, which instantly transformed into a bow and quiver. By the time he reached the helm, he had already fired one arrow and was nocking the second.
Leo frantically worked the ship’s controls. “Oars won’t retract. Get it away! Get it away!”
Up in the rigging, Nico’s face was slack with shock.
“Styx—it’s huge!” he yelled. “Port! Go port!”
Coach Hedge was the last one on deck. He compensated for that with enthusiasm. He bounded up the steps, waving his baseball bat, and without hesitation goat-galloped to the stern and leaped over the rail with a gleeful “Ha-HA!”
Hazel staggered toward the quarterdeck to join her friends. The boat shuddered. More oars snapped, and Leo yelled, “No, no, no! Dang slimy-shelled son of a mother!”
Hazel reached the stern and couldn’t believe what she saw.
When she heard the word turtle, she thought of a cute little thing the size of a jewelry box, sitting on a rock in the middle of a fishpond. When she heard huge, her mind tried to adjust—okay, perhaps it was like the Galapagos tortoise she’d seen in the zoo once, with a shell big enough to ride on.
She did not envision a creature the size of an island. When she saw the massive dome of craggy black and brown squares, the word turtle simply did not compute. Its shell was more like a landmass—hills of bone, shiny pearl valleys, kelp and moss forests, rivers of seawater trickling down the grooves of its carapace.
On the ship’s starboard side, another part of the monster rose from the water like a submarine.
Lares of Rome…was that its head?
Its gold eyes were the size of wading pools, with dark sideways slits for pupils. Its skin glistened like wet army camouflage—brown flecked with green and yellow. Its red, toothless mouth could’ve swallowed the Athena Parthenos in one bite.
Hazel watched as it snapped off half a dozen oars.
“Stop that!” Leo wailed.
Coach Hedge clambered around the turtle’s shell, whacking at it uselessly with his baseball bat and yelling, “Take that! And that!”
Jason flew from the stern and landed on the creature’s head. He stabbed his golden sword straight between its eyes, but the blade slipped sideways, as if the turtle’s skin were greased steel. Frank shot arrows at the monster’s eyes with no success. The turtle’s filmy inner eyelids blinked with uncanny precision, deflecting each shot. Piper shot cantaloupes into the water, yelling, “Fetch, ya stupid turtle!” But the turtle seemed fixated on eating the Argo II.
“How did it get so close?” Hazel demanded.
Leo threw his hands up in exasperation. “Must be that shell. Guess it’s invisible to sonar. It’s a freaking stealth turtle!”
“Can the ship fly?” Piper asked.
“With half our oars broken off?” Leo punched some buttons and spun his Archimedes sphere. “I’ll have to try something else. ”
“There!” Nico yelled from above. “Can you get us to those straits?”