"Leo! Get your arse over here!" Percy's voice shouted from under the deck of the Argo, and Leo groans, wondering why he had to be the repair boy. He was good at fighting, you know! He could battle.

"But, Percy! I need him to fix the oven. I need food!" Nico whined, bothering his cousin. Leo rolls his eyes. He can't ever relax, can he?

"Dude, you realize you ate twenty minutes ago? I think you can hold it. The steering wheel is wa-ay more important than you." Percy yells, shaking the wooden boards under Leo's feet.

Piper and Annabeth come stomping through the halls with long, full petticoats trailing behind them. They were not amused.

"Percy? You broke the steering wheel again? Third time this week, just by the way. Maybe you should try not holding it so hard!" Annabeth scolded her long time best friend.

"Nico, you do realize there's food in the pantry that doesn't require an oven. Go get some." Piper's voice was extremely persuasive. Nico turned around and began to raid the cabinet.

"Leo, why are you just standing there? Fix the wheel so we can start rolling again!" Annabeth's grey eyes blazed, and Leo knew not to question her.

Walking downstairs, Leo stuck on his happy-go-lucky facade and reflected on his crew.

Percy, the dashing Captain of their band of misfits, The Demigods. Had an obvious crush on Annabeth, not that he'd admit it. The best soldier in the last three hundred years.

Annabeth, the Mastermind. An amazing fighter, yes, but her plans were always strategic and spot-on. All plans paled in comparison against hers. She had an obvious crush on Percy, not that she'd admit it.

Nico, the Sergeant. He recruited villagers, soldiers, people who were once retired to battle alongside them. Enemies were always outnumbered with Nico on their side.

Piper, the Barter. Her voice was always persuasive, and always discussed truces with foes. But don't worry, she could be deadly if she wanted to.

Thalia, the Warrior. She could fight with a spear, sword, bows and arrows. If you came across her, you wouldn't even be scared. You'd be dead. Known feminist, and thoroughly independent.

Grover, the Resources. The misfits were always at a surplus with Grover at their side. He wasn't the best fighter, but he once did this scream, this battle cry before a battle and half the soldiers had already surrendered. Grover was never able to replicate this... But still, he was a powerful weapon to have as an ally.

And then there was Leo. The Repair Boy. The least respected, the most underestimated, the biggest freak. He built the ship, for God's sake! The only pirate in history that wasn't feared, but laughed at.

He had one power, though, that the other misfits were glad to have.

Leo was the best Arsonist in the Mediterranean.

He was never burnt, but there was a small chance you'd get out alive if your ship with fire-bombed by him.

And though it may not seem like it, the crew wouldn't trade Leo for anyone.

But for now, while there were no battles, Leo was just the Repair Boy.

He settled for that. Leo thought it was the best he could get.

So, Leo grabbed the wooden wheel, Percy looking sheepish. Leo had no idea how Percy could ruin so many wheels.

But in the matter of fifteen minutes, Leo had installed a brand new wheel, with extra bolts. His job was getting way too easy.

"Leo?" Nico shouted from upstairs. Obviously, the pantry did not hold Nico up for too long.

He didn't understand how Thalia could sleep through Percy and Nico's screeches, but she was Thalia. That should explain most of it.

So, Leo fixes the oven, letting the heat warm his hands. He hated his job.

The Arsonist prods to his room, head drooping a little. Everyone asks him if he was okay, there was no smile on his face! Leo brushes them off and flops on his bed.

Face-down, Leo ponders his past and future. If his mother hadn't died, would he still be a pirate? Or would he be an average merchant, with an average friends and family. And average life.

Did he forget to mention he was a pirate?

The Demigods aren't a typical band of social outcasts. They're the most feared sailors in the world, from Mexico to Germany to China.

No one wanted to mess with them, unless they wanted suicide.

They were all kicked out of society, not conforming, not caring. So they created this group.

Annabeth, Thalia, and a kid named Luke created it. The girls refused to tell what happened to Luke. Soon after, Grover joined. A year later, Percy. Two years and a half years after Percy, Nico joined up. And after twenty- seven months, Leo and Piper joined up.

Slowly, Leo's consciousness fades, letting the Repair Boy have some much needed sleep.

A strong curse shakes Leo out of comfortable blackness, and the curses get worse and worse and the beholder shouts, "LEO!"

Yay. Thalia's awake.

Another curse. "The ropes broke. REPAIR BOY!" Thalia screeches, and the petite girl does not like to be ignored.

Jogging up the stairs and ignoring the sleep from his eyes, Leo fixes the ropes and the ship is up and running once again.

Soon after, Leo stood upon the ledge and looked out to sea. Vaguely, he saw bright white pillars and gold linings.

"ROME! WE'VE REACHED ROME!"