Also, he wanted to get the dragon figurehead installed. He missed his old friend Festus, who'd literally crashed and burned on their last quest. Even if Festus would never be the same again, Leo hoped he could reactivate his brain by using the ship's engines. If Leo fould give Festus a second life, he wouldn't feel so bad.
But none of that would happen of the combustion chamber exploded. It would be game over. No ship. No Festus. No quest. Leo would have no one to blame but himself. He really hated Windex.
Jason knelt at the banks of a stream. He pointed to some marks in the mud. "Do those look like table tracks?"
"Or a raccoon," Leo suggested.
Jason frowned. "With no toes?"
"Piper?" Leo asked. "What do you think?"