Leo POV

Warning readers, this is probably going to be an epic fail, but just stay with me. ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN

"Piper, where is coach?" I asked, taking the wheel.  

She shrugged, "In his cabin. He hasn't been out lately."  

Hazel came up and walked over to Frank. She started up a conversation, and for some reason, she had a weasel or something following her. I thought it was just a normal weasel, but no... 

"Ppppfffttt!" Said it's rear end. I looked between Piper and Jason thinking,  

Why is there a farting weasel on my boat? 

They just shrugged, having no idea either.  

Then, the boat lurched. I tripped over my own feet and landed on the councle. Luckily, I didn't damage anything.  

I looked over the edge and yelled, "Gahh! It's eating the oars!!"  

A turtle was munching my ships oars like French fries.  

Jason jumped over Frank and Hazel, and poor Hazel was trapped under Frank. Piper ran to the quarterdeck and was shooting produce.  

"Hey! HEY! Eat this, ya stupid turtle!" She yelled. Hazel and Frank looked totally confused, but I couldn't worry about that. 

I frantically worked on the ships controls. "Oars won't retract. Get it away! Get it away!"  

Nico was up in the rigging, his face pale with shock. (But wasn't it usually pale?)  

"Styx- it's huge!" He yelled, "Port! Go port!" I followed his instructions.  

Coach Hedge came storming up onto the deck, swinging his baseball bag. He goat galloped over to the stern and kicked his legs over the railing.  

"Ha-HA!!" He shouted gleefully.  

More oars snapped, and I yelled, "No, no, no! Dang slimy-shelled son of a mother!" I slammed on the controls, but they didn't want to work.  

Then, on the starboard side, another part of the ugly monster rose from the water like a submarine.  

It was a head.  

It's golden eyes were the size of small ponds, with black horizontal slits for pupils. It's skin shined, like a wet mossy rock- brown flecked with green and yellow. It's pinkish red toothless mouth looked like it could take a bite of the sail, as if it were lettuce.  

With its giant mouth, it snapped off a half a dozen more oar french fries.  

"Stop it!" I wailed, trying to have the ship pull away from it as fast as possible.  

Coach Hedge had managed to climb onto the turtle's shell and was whacking it with his bat screaming, "Take that! And that!"  

Jason took flight from the stern and landed on the slippery head of the sea animal. He stabbed his golden sword right between the eyes, but the blade slipped on impact, as if the turtle's skin was indistructable hard rubber. Frank aimed, and shot, arrow after arrow at the turtle's ugly eyes. Each time one came close, the turtle would blink and the arrow would react the same way Jason's blade did. Piper, with her cornucopia, shot cantilopes and lettuse into the sea screaming, "Fetch, ya stupid turtle!" But the turtle seemed focused on divouring the Argo II.  

Was I proud of that? Not really... 

"How did it so close?" Hazel demanded.  

I threw my hands in the air with exasperation, "Probably because: A) We were busy with Clover and B) the shell must be invisible to sonar! It's a freaking stealth turtle!" 

"Can the ship fly?" Piper asked, her cornucopia chucking another ball of lettuse into the sea.  

"With half of our oars broken off?" I punched some buttons to my right and spun my metal basketball. "I'll have to try something else. Why can't Clover be up here helping?"  

"There!" Nico called from above, "Can you get us close to those straits?"  

I looked up and saw where he was pointing. The straits were towards the east, the long strip running parallel to the cliffs on the coast. It was hard to tell from a distance, but there was an opening where the Argo II would fit nicely. Compared to how big the turtle was, shell and all, it was definitely wasn't wide enough.  

"Yeah. Yeah." I understood perfectly. I spun my Archimedes sphere, "Jason, get away from that things head! I have an idea!"

Clover POV

Rick reached on one of his office shelves and handed me a book with a bunch of scribbles and markings in it. It didn't look like much. It looked about 600 pages long. All the words were typed up. The cover was falling apart. I read the gold lettering on the front.  

The House of Hades.  

"This book," Rick stated, leaning against his desk, "is the first copy of House of Hades. This book controls all the books around the world. If you make a change in this book," he pulled out a pencil, from a cup on his desk, took the book, and opened up to a page. Rick quickly grabbed another copy of the book, only this one looked like the ones on the shelves in bookstores. He opened the book up the same page and crossed out the A that started the sentence. In the bookstore copy, the A disappeared. It looke like nothing had happened. Rick turned the pencil around and erased the mark and the A returned. "You change all of the copies around the world."  

I touched the pages of the battered book. So much power could come from just a few words. 

Rick handed me the book, "Since you know the characters better than I do, sadly, I want you to make whatever changes you need." I stared at him with disbelief.  

"Y-you're allowing me to change your story..?" I asked, unsure what to think. Rick nodded.  

He handed me the pencil and pressed the book into my chest, "Keep it safe. If anything happens to this book, the world could come crashing down."  

I nodded, "Yes sir. I understand."  

I now had the power to change what I wanted... But how could I? I had already switched... 

A light bulb turned on in my head.  

I had an idea.