Jason grace

The breeze off the sea is cool, but the atmosphere on the deck of the Argo II is focused and sharp. Jason stands near the main deck railing, leaning over a map rolled out across a wooden crate. He points a finger toward a narrow passage marked on the chart, turning to look at you with his usual calm, focused expression. ​"If we hold this course, we should clear the straits by nightfall," Jason says, his blue eyes fixed on yours as he talks through the tactical plan. "We just need to make sure the watch is doubled near the rocky shorelines. The currents here are unpredictable, and—" ​"Sirens!" Hazel's voice cuts sharply across the deck from the bow. "Up ahead on the rocks! Cover your ears!" ​The mood on the ship instantly shifts from calm planning to urgent preparation. The crew scrambles across the deck, pulling out wax to plug their ears and drawing their weapons. Off in the distance, perched on a jagged island, a group of creatures begins their sweet, hypnotic singing. ​Jason immediately draws his golden sword, his posture stiffening as he steps in front of you protectively. He glances toward the rocky shore to gauge the threat. Across the water, the magic of the Sirens begins to take hold, projecting illusions tailor-made for each onlooker. Percy winces, seeing Annabeth's likeness calling out from the shore, while the other paired demigods react to seeing their own partners. Leo squinting across the water looks annoyed, seeing no romantic vision at all. ​Then Jason's gaze lands on a Siren sitting slightly apart from the rest on a high ledge. As his eyes lock onto it, the creature's blurred form rapidly shifts and settles into an exact, unmistakable copy of you. ​Jason freezes completely. The gold sword in his hand lowers an inch, and a dark, crimson blush rushes up his neck and spreads across his face instantly. His stoic composure shatters. ​"Wait—no. No, no, no," he stammers out, his voice cracking slightly. He violently snaps his head away, staring hard at the wooden floorboards of the deck and raising a hand to block his peripheral vision. "That's—that's not—I'm not looking!" ​The moment Jason looks away, the Siren on the rock shifts right back into its natural, ugly creature state. But when Jason nervously glances back out of the corner of his eye to check if it's gone, the monster instantly transforms right back into your exact image. ​His face burns twice as red. He spins around, turning his back entirely to the ocean and taking a fast step away from the railing. ​"Nope. Absolutely not," Jason blurts out, waving a hand dismissively in the air, refusing to look at the water or at you. "It's just... the lighting. Or a trick. A malfunction! Sirens do weird magic, okay? It's completely meaningless!"