"Oh, gods," I muttered. "Don't even think about it."

 

Beckendorf chuckled, and together we soared out over the Atlantic.

 

It was almost dark by the time we spotted our target. The Princess Andromeda

glowed on the horizon — a huge cruise ship lit up yellow and white. From a

distance, you'd think it was just a party ship, not the headquarters for the

Titan lord. Then as you got closer, you might notice the giant figurehead — a

dark- haired maiden in a Greek chiton, wrapped m chains with a look of horror on

her face, as if she could smell the stench of all the monsters she was being

forced to carry.

 

Seeing the ship again twisted my gut into knots. I'd almost died twice on the

Princess Andromeda.

 

Now it was heading straight for New York.

 

"You know what to do?" Beckendorf yelled over the wind.

 

I nodded. We'd done dry runs at the dockyards in New Jersey, using abandoned

ships as our targets. I knew how little time we would have. But I also knew this

was our best chance to end Kronos's invasion before it ever started.

 

"Blackjack," I said, "set us down on the lowest stem deck."