The Sea of Monsters - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

 WE MEET THE SHEEP
 OF DOOM
 
 When you think "monster island," you think craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the
island of the Sirens.
 The Cyclops's island was nothing like that. I mean, okay, it had a rope bridge across a chasm, which
was not a good sign. You might as well put up a billboard that said, SOMETHING EVIL LIVES HERE.
But except for that, the place looked like a Caribbean postcard. It had green fields and tropical fruit trees
and white beaches. As we sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece,"
she said.
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
 I nodded. I couldn't see the Fleece yet, but I could feel its power. I could believe it would heal anything,
even Thalia's poisoned tree. "If we take it away, will the island die?"
 Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."
 I felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice.  Camp Half-Blood
was in trouble. And Tyson ... Tyson would still be with us if it wasn't for this quest.
 In the meadow at the base of the ravine, several dozen sheep were milling around. They looked peaceful
enough, but they were huge—the size of hippos. Just past them was a path that led up into the hills. At
the top of the path, near the edge of the canyon, was the massive oak tree I'd seen in my dreams.
Something gold glittered in its branches.
 "This is too easy," I said. "We could just hike up there and take it?"
 Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "There's supposed be a guardian. A dragon or ..."
 That's when a deer emerged from the bushes. It trotted into the meadow, probably looking for grass to
eat, when the sheep all bleated at once and rushed the animal. It hap-pened so fast that the deer
stumbled and was lost in a sea of wool and trampling hooves.
 Grass and tufts of fur flew into the air.
 A second later the sheep all moved away, back to their regular peaceful wanderings. Where the deer
had been was a pile of clean white bones.
 Annabeth and I exchanged looks.
 "They're like piranhas," she said.
 "Piranhas with wool. How will we—"
 "Percy!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing my arm. "Look."
 She pointed down the beach, to just below the sheep meadow, where a small boat had been run
aground ... the other lifeboat from the CSSBirmingham.
 
 We decided there was no way we could get past the man-eating sheep. Annabeth wanted to sneak up
the path invisi-bly and grab the Fleece, but in the end I convinced her that something would go wrong.
The sheep would smell her. Another guardian would appear. Something. And if that happened, I'd be too
far away to help.
 Besides, our first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat—assuming
they'd gotten past the sheep. I was too nervous to say what I was secretly hoping ... that Tyson might still
be alive.
 We moored theQueen Anne's Revenge on the back side of the island where the cliffs rose straight up a
good two hun-dred feet. I figured the ship was less likely to be seen there. The cliffs looked climbable,
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
barely—about as difficult as the lava wall back at camp. At least it was free of sheep. I hoped that
Polyphemus did not also keep carnivorous mountain goats.
 We rowed a lifeboat to the edge of the rocks and made our way up, very slowly. Annabeth went first
because she was the better climber.
 We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip
and I found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But I found another
handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped.
Fortunately, she found some-thing else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.
 "Sorry," she murmured.
 "S'okay," I grunted, though I'd never really wanted to know what Annabeth's sneaker tasted like.
 Finally, when my fingers felt like molten lead and my arm muscles were shaking from exhaustion, we
hauled our-selves over the top of the cliff and collapsed.
 "Ugh," I said.
 "Ouch," moaned Annabeth.
 "Garrr!" bellowed anothervoice.
 If I hadn't been so tired, I would've leaped another two hundred feet. I whirled around, but I couldn't
see who'd spoken.
 Annabeth clamped her hand over my mouth. She pointed.
 The ledge we were sitting on was narrower than I'd real-ized. It dropped off on the opposite side, and
that's where the voice was coming from—right below us.
 "You're a feisty one!" the deep voice bellowed.
 "Challenge me!" Clarisse's voice, no doubt about it. "Give me back my sword and I'll fight you!"
 The monster roared with laughter.
 Annabeth and I crept to the edge. We were right above the entrance of the Cyclops's cave. Below us
stood Polyphemus and Grover, still in his wedding dress. Clarisse was tied up, hanging upside down over
a pot of boiling water. I was half hoping to see Tyson down there, too. Even if he'd been in danger, at
least I would've known he was alive. But there was no sign of him.
 "Hmm," Polyphemus pondered. "Eat loudmouth girl now or wait for wedding feast? What does my bride
think?"
 He turned to Grover, who backed up and almost tripped over his completed bridal train. "Oh, um, I'm
not hungry right now, dear. Perhaps—"
 "Did you saybride?" Clarisse demanded. "Who— Grover?"
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
 Next to me, Annabeth muttered, "Shut up. She has to shut up."
 Polyphemus glowered. "What 'Grover'?"
 "The satyr!" Clarisse yelled.
 "Oh!" Grover yelped. "The poor thing's brain is boiling from that hot water. Pull her down, dear!"
 Polyphemus's eyelids narrowed over his baleful milky eye, as if he were trying to see Clarisse more
clearly.
 The Cyclops was an even more horrible sight than he had been in my dreams. Partly because his rancid
smell was now up close and personal. Partly because he was dressed in his wedding outfit—a crude kilt
and shoulder-wrap, stitched together from baby-blue tuxedoes, as if the he'd skinned an entire wedding
party.
 "What satyr?" asked Polyphemus. "Satyrs are good eat-ing. You bring me a satyr?"
 "No, you big idiot!" bellowed Clarisse. "That satyr! Grover! The one in the wedding dress!"
 I wanted to wring Clarisse's neck, but it was too late. All I could do was watch as Polyphemus turned
and ripped off Grover's wedding veil—revealing his curly hair, his scruffy adolescent beard, his tiny
horns.
 Polyphemus breathed heavily, trying to contain his anger. "I don't see very well," he growled. "Not since
many years ago when the other hero stabbed me in eye. But YOU'RE— NO— LADY— CYCLOPS!"
 The Cyclops grabbed Grover's dress and tore it away. Underneath, the old Grover reappeared in his
jeans and T-shirt. He yelped and ducked as the monster swiped over his head.
 "Stop!" Grover pleaded. "Don't eat me raw! I—I have a good recipe!"
 I reached for my sword, but Annabeth hissed, "Wait!"
 Polyphemus was hesitating, a boulder in his hand, ready to smash his would-be bride.
 "Recipe?" he asked Grover.
 "Oh y-yes! You don't want to eat me raw. You'll get E coli and botulism and all sorts of horrible things.
I'll taste much better grilled over a slow fire. With mango chutney! You could go get some mangos right
now, down there in the woods. I'll just wait here."
 The monster pondered this. My heart hammered against my ribs. I figured I'd die if I charged. But I
couldn't let the monster kill Grover.
 "Grilled satyr with mango chutney," Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over
the pot of boiling water. "You a satyr, too?"
 "No, you overgrown pile of dung!" she yelled. "I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares! Now untie me so I can
rip your arms off!"
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
 "Rip my arms off," Polyphemus repeated.
 "And stuff them down your throat!"
 "You got spunk."
 "Let me down!"
 Polyphemus snatched up Grover as if he were a wayward puppy.  "Have to graze sheep now. Wedding
postponed until tonight. Then we'll eat satyr for the main course!"
 "But ... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?"
 Polyphemus looked toward the boiling pot.
 Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not—"
 Before Annabeth or I could do anything, Polyphemus plucked her off the rope like she was a ripe apple,
and tossed her and Grover deep into the cave. "Make yourself comfortable! I come back at sundown for
big event!"
 Then the Cyclops whistled, and a mixed flock of goats and sheep—smaller than the
man-eaters—flooded out of the cave and past their master. As they went to pasture, Polyphemus patted
some on the back and called them by name—Beltbuster, Tammany, Lockhart, etc.
 When the last sheep had waddled out, Polyphemus rolled a boulder in front of the doorway as easily as
I would close a refrigerator door, shutting off the sound of Clarisse and Grover screaming inside.
 "Mangos," Polyphemus grumbled to himself. "What are mangos?"
 He strolled off down the mountain in his baby-blue groom's outfit, leaving us alone with a pot of boiling
water and a six-ton boulder.
 
 We tried for what seemed like hours, but it was no good. The boulder wouldn't move. We yelled into
the cracks, tapped on the rock, did everything we could think of to get a signal to Grover, but if he heard
us, we couldn't tell.
 Even if by some miracle we managed to kill Polyphemus, it wouldn't do us any good. Grover and
Clarisse would die inside that sealed cave. The only way to move the rock was to have the Cyclops do
it.
 In total frustration, I stabbed Riptide against the boul-der. Sparks flew, but nothing else happened. A
large rock is not the kind of enemy you can fight with a magic sword.
 Annabeth and I sat on the ridge in despair and watched the distant baby-blue shape of the Cyclops as
he moved among his flocks. He had wisely divided his regular animals from his man-eating sheep, putting
each group on either side of the huge crevice that divided the island. The only way across was the rope
bridge, and the planks were much too far apart for sheep hooves.
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
 We watched as Polyphemus visited his carnivorous flock on the far side. Unfortunately, they didn't eat
him. In fact, they didn't seem to bother him at all. He fed them chunks of mystery meat from a great
wicker basket, which only reinforced the feelings I'd been having since Circe turned me into a guinea
pig—that maybe it was time I joined Grover and became a vegetarian.
 "Trickery," Annabeth decided. "We can't beat him by force, so we'll have to use trickery."
 "Okay," I said. "What trick?'
 "I haven't figured that part out yet."
 "Great."
 "Polyphemus will have to move the rock to let the sheep inside."
 "At sunset," I said. "Which is when he'll marry Clarisse and have Grover for dinner. I'm not sure which is
grosser."
 "I could get inside," she said, "invisibly."
 "What about me?"
 "The sheep," Annabeth mused. She gave me one of those sly looks that always made me wary. "How
much do you like sheep?"
 
 "Just don't let go!" Annabeth said, standing invisibly some-where off to my right. That was easy for her
to say. She wasn't hanging upside down from the belly of a sheep.
 Now, I'll admit it wasn't as hard as I'd thought. I'd crawled under a car before to change my mom's oil,
and this wasn't too different. The sheep didn't care. Even the Cyclops's smallest sheep were big enough
to support my weight, and they had thick wool. I just twirled the stuff into handles for my hands, hooked
my feet against the sheep's thigh bones, and presto—I felt like a baby wallaby, riding around against the
sheep's chest, trying to keep the wool out of my mouth and my nose.
 In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater
that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.
 The sun was going down.
 No sooner was I in position than the Cyclops roared, "Oy! Goaties! Sheepies!"
 The flock dutifully began trudging back up the slopes toward the cave.
 "This is it!" Annabeth whispered. "I'll be close by. Don't worry."
 I made a silent promise to the gods that if we survived this, I'd tell Annabeth she was a genius. The
frightening thing was, I knew the gods would hold me to it.
 My sheep taxi started plodding up the hill. After a hun-dred yards, my hands and feet started to hurt
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
from holding on. I gripped the sheep's wool more tightly, and the animal made a grumbling sound. I didn't
blame it. I wouldn't want anybody rock climbing in my hair either. But if I didn't hold on, I was sure I'd
fall off right there in front of the monster.
 "Hasenpfeffer!" the Cyclops said, patting one of the sheep in front of me. "Einstein! Widget—eh there,
Widget!"
 Polyphemus patted my sheep and nearly knocked me to the ground. "Putting on some extra mutton
there?"
 Uh-oh,I thought. Here it comes.
 But Polyphemus just laughed and swatted the sheep's rear end, propelling us forward. "Go on, fatty!
Soon Polyphemus will eat you for breakfast!"
 And just like that, I was in the cave.
 I could see the last of the sheep coming inside. If Annabeth didn't pull off her distraction soon ...
 The Cyclops was about to roll the stone back into place, when from somewhere outside Annabeth
shouted, "Hello, ugly!"
 Polyphemus stiffened. "Who said that?"
 "Nobody!" Annabeth yelled.
 That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage.
 "Nobody!" Polyphemus yelled back. "I remember you!"
 "You're too stupid to remember anybody," Annabeth taunted. "Much less Nobody."
 I hoped to the gods she was already moving when she said that, because Polyphemus bellowed
furiously, grabbed the nearest boulder (which happened to be his front door) and threw it toward the
sound of Annabeth's voice. I heard the rock smash into a thousand fragments.
 For a terrible moment, there was silence. Then Annabeth shouted, "You haven't learned to throw any
better, either!"
 Polyphemus howled. "Come here! Let me kill you, Nobody!"
 "You can't kill Nobody, you stupid oaf," she taunted. "Come find me!"
 Polyphemus barreled down the hill toward her voice.
 Now, the "Nobody" thing wouldn't have made sense to anybody, but Annabeth had explained to me that
it was the name Odysseus had used to trick Polyphemus centuries ago, right before he poked the
Cyclops's eye out with a large hot stick. Annabeth had figured Polyphemus would still have a grudge
about that name, and she was right. In his frenzy to find his old enemy, he forgot about resealing the cave
entrance. Apparently, he didn't even stop to consider that Annabeth's voice was female, whereas the first
Nobody had been male. On the other hand, he'd wanted to marry Grover, so he couldn't have been all
Generated  b y ABC Amb er LIT Converter, http://w ww.p rocesstext.com/abclit.html
that bright about the whole male/female thing.
 I just hoped Annabeth could stay alive and keep dis-tracting him long enough for me to find Grover and
Clarisse.
 I dropped off my ride, patted Widget on the head, and apologized. I searched the main room, but there
was no sign of Grover or Clarisse. I pushed through the crowd of sheep and goats toward the back of
the cave.
 Even though I'd dreamed about this place, I had a hard time finding my way through the maze. I ran
down corri-dors littered with bones, past rooms full of sheepskin rugs and life-size cement sheep that I
recognized as the work of Medusa. There were collections of sheep T-shirts; large tubs of lanolin cream;
and wooly coats, socks, and hats with ram's horns. Finally, I found the spinning room, where Grover was
huddled in the corner, trying to cut Clarisse's bonds with a pair of safety scissors.
 "It's no good," Clarisse said. "This rope is like iron!"
 "Just a few more minutes!"
 "Grover," she cried, exasperated. "You've been working at it for hours!"
 And then they saw me.
 "Percy?"Clarisse said. "You're supposed to be blown up!"
 "Good to see you, too. Now hold still while I—"
 "Perrrrrcy!" Grover bleated and tackled me with a goat-hug. "You heard me! You came!"
 "Yeah, buddy," I said. "Of course I came."
 "Where's Annabeth?"
 "Outside," I said. "But there's no time to talk. Clarisse, hold still."
 I uncapped Riptide and sliced off her ropes. She stood stiffly, rubbing her wrists. She glared at me for a
moment, then looked at the ground and mumbled, "Thanks."
 "You're welcome," I said. "Now, was anyone else on board your lifeboat?"
 Clarisse looked surprised. "No. Just me. Everybody else aboard the Birmingham ...  well, I didn't even
know you guys made it out."
 I looked down, trying not to believe that my last hope of seeing Tyson alive had just been crushed.
"Okay. Come on, then. We have to help—"
 An explosion echoed through the cave, followed by a scream that told me we might be too late. It was
Annabeth crying out in fear.

Categories: The Sea of Monsters