Tyson Boiler Room Heat

	A zombie sailor burst out of the hold and ran to Clarisse. His gray uniform was smoking. His beard was on fire. “Boiler room overheating, ma’am! She’s going to blow!”
	“Well, get down there and fix it!”
	“Can’t!” the sailor yelled. “We’re vaporizing in the heat.
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	He patted my hand. “Only way, brother.” His expression was determined-confident, even. I’d never seen him look like this before. “I will fix it. Be right back.”
	As I watched him follow the smoldering sailor down the hatch, I had a terrible feeling.
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	Then the vibrations in the deck changed. The hum of the engine got stronger and steadier. The ship shuddered and we started pulling away from the mouth.
	“Tyson did it!” Annabeth said.
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	“Still down there,” the sailor said. “Holding it together somehow, though I don’t know for how much longer.”