Daughter of Wine

Callida

I'm actually having a fairly good time, until I get knocked overboard. 

I'm sitting on the ground on the quarterdeck, playing go-fish with Hazel, Piper, and Percy. The sun is going down, so we're not being baked up here, and the air smells like the sea. The sky is tinged a bright pink-orange color, washing us all in a rosy tone. 

"Go fish." I tell Percy with a grin. 

He grumbles something about stupid fish but he draws a card. 

"I can't believe I've never played this before." Hazel says, her hands only holding a couple cards. "It's fun!"

"Yeah, whatever." I grumble, adjusting my full hand of mismatched cards. 

"Do you have a six?" Piper asks me. 

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" I scoff, handing her the six of hearts. 

She grins and sets down another match. 

My attention is pulled away by a breeze. It's not a normal breeze. It comes from the opposite direction than the rest of the wind, and it almost sounds like a voice. 

"Did you guys feel that?" I ask, standing to look around. 

"Feel what?" Percy says, pulling his pen out of his pocket, instantly alert. 

"Feel you about to lose?" Hazel asks, "Yes, I do."

"I felt a breeze." Piper shrugs. "You've been very jumpy lately, Calli."

I feel it again. It whispers louder this time. 

Calli.

Piper's head tilts. "I heard something that time."

"You sure I'm not just jumpy?" I ask, summoning my thyrsus. That seems to kick up whatever is whispering at me, because the breeze picks up, blowing my hair across my face. 

"Who are you?" I ask, looking around nervously. 

In response, I become overwhelmed by a familiar, comforting scent. 

"Please tell me you guys smell that." 

Hazel nods, looking around, her almost-winning hand forgotten. "It smells like... like you, Calli."

"Like grapes and wine." I agree. "Dad?"

The wind changes direction, whipping the sails. They snap loudly. Festus whirrs in annoyance, trying to fight the wind. 

I climb onto the rail, trying to look out over the sea, looking for any sign of... well, anything. 

"Calli, what's going on?" Piper asks. 

I turn to face her. "I dunno. It doesn't feel like my dad. But it doesn't feel evil, either. It's chaotic, almost like-"

I get cut off mid-sentence by a sudden force, knocking into my gut and sending me sprawling off of the ship. 

"Calli!" I hear Percy yell, right before I hit the water.