Legend of Perseus 2: Mission: Bermuda (Completed)

~Chapter 16~

The Leonidas sailed into the Sea of Monsters, and as we ventured deeper into its treacherous waters, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The sea's unpredictable nature was unlike anything we had faced before.

With a storm looming on the horizon, we soon arrived at our destination as we docked next to some other ships. The location? C.C.'s Spa and Resort. And I have to admit, it really looked like paradise

As we disembarked, I turned to Ethan. "Alright, you will need to be in a disquise for this."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I guess." Ethan muttered.

that was all I needed as I covered him in shadows and when I removed it, Ethan was wearing a dress and a wig. He already had a thin frame so now he looked like a girl.

"What the hell!" Ethan yelled shocked looking at his new outfit. "What did you do!"

"I am saving you from what is to come." I responded as I saw a girl walking toward us holding a clipboard

"Welcome!" said the lady with the clipboard. "Is this your first time with us?"

Ethan and the girls exchanged glances, I answered for us. "Yes, this is our first time at the spa."

"First—time—at—spa," the lady said as she wrote on her clipboard. "Let's see ..."

She looked us up and down critically. "Mmm. An herbal wrap to start for the young lady's. And of course, a complete makeover for the young gentleman."

"A what?" Ethan asked confused. Though the lady was too busy jotting down notes to answer.

"Right!" She said with a breezy smile. "Well, I'm sure C.C. will want to speak with you personally before the luau. Come, please."

We followed the lady, I have to say once again that the place was amazing. There was white marble and blue water everywhere I looked.

Terraces climbed up the side of the mountain, with swimming pools on every level, connected by watersides and waterfalls and underwater tubes you could swim through. Fountains sprayed water into the air, forming impossible shapes, like flying eagles and galloping horses.

We passed all kinds of tame animals. A sea turtle napped in a stack of beach towels. A leopard stretched out asleep on the diving board. The resort guests—only young women, as far as I could see—lounged in deck chairs, drinking fruit smoothies or reading magazines while herbal gunk dried on their faces and manicurists in white uniforms did their nails.

As we headed up a staircase toward what looked like the main building, I heard a woman singing. Her voice drifted through the air like a lullaby. Her words were in some language other than Ancient Greek, but just as old—Minoan, maybe, or something like that. I could understand what she sang about—moonlight in the olive groves, the colors of the sunrise. And magic. Something about magic. Her voice seemed to lift me off the steps and carry me toward her.

We came into a big room where the whole front wall was windows. The back wall was covered in mirrors, so the room seemed to go on forever. There was a bunch of expensive-looking white furniture, and on a table in one corner was a large wire pet cage. The cage seemed out of place, but I didn't think about it too much, because just then I saw the lady who'd been singing ... and whoa.

She sat at a loom the size of a big screen TV, her hands weaving colored thread back and forth with amazing skill. The tapestry shimmered like it was three dimensional—a waterfall scene so real I could see the water moving and clouds drifting across a fabric sky.