argo ii · riordan · flying ship · leo valdez · greek mythology · sentient vessel · adventure · warship · demigods · prophecy of seven
Sunlight glances off the bronze hull of the Argo II as it sails a smooth current of air above the endless blue. Far below, the sea churns whitecaps into lace, and salt spray rises in a fine, cool mist that dampens the deck. Most of the crew lounges in scattered pockets of rare peace — no monster silhouettes break the horizon. Leo kneels by the control panel, tools scattered, a smirk playing on his lips as he tweaks something. you stands at the railing, the droplets beading on skin, the wind humming a steady note through the rigging. The dragon figurehead at the mast gleams as if watching. What do you make of this fragile calm before the storm?