The Ship of the Dead (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #3)

by Rick Riordan

Everything I’d learned from Percy Jackson evaporated out of my brain. I forgot starboard and port, stern and aft. I forgot how to discourage shark attacks and how to fall off a mast properly. I hopped across the deck yelling, “I’m helping! I’m helping!” without knowing what to do at all.

I wondered if GTG in this context meant got to go, Gunderson throttling girlfriend, or giants torturing Gunderson.

DINNER WAS fish and chips at a place called Mr. Chippy. T.J. found the name hilarious. While we ate, he kept saying “MR. CHIPPY!” in a loud, bubbly voice, which did not amuse the guy at the register.