Jamaica, Man
The next days pass in a blur.I basically sit on my bunk and pretend I don't exist, yell at anyone who tries to talk to me, wallow in my sorrow, etc. Of course i know I'm going to have to go save Charlie, but I can't even imagine getting up from my bed at the moment. Leo is the only one I've actually talked to in the past 2 days, and he's worse than me. His eyes are red and puffy and his face is all gray, like he's withdrawn from a life-saving medicine. Which I guess he has.
It's on the third day when i finally pull myself together enough to go to breakfast. Everyone stares at me with my swollen red eyes and downcast demenor but I ignore them. Instead of pretending not to be trying to hear what they're whispering about me, I ask Annabeth if she knows where they took Charlie yet.
"Yeah." she says between mouthfuls of cereal. "Jamachiamum"
"What?" I ask her impatiently. She chews for a bit while i tap my foot restlessly and finally, FINALLY swallows.
"Jamaica."
I just stare at her. And stare. And stare.
"this is getting kinda creepy" Annabeth says after a while.
Just then Leo taps on my shoulder and says with a watery smile, "Anyone up for some Reggae music?"
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