Author's Note: Hey Demigods! So I actually did start on a Solangelo pirate AU. I got really frustrated with the lack of quality AU Solangelo fics. If you know any please gods share them with me! It will be multi-chaptered so this is just the first installment. I am total enemies to lovers trash so Will is of course on the opposite side as Nico. Other pairings will, of course, be in this, all cannon. It isn't much put hey, it's something.
Word Count: 1096
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any of these characters. All characters and/or references belong to Uncle Rick Riordan because his is an amazingly talented writer. This works was done for fun and I will never make any profit or own any characters/ references. :(
Will Solace definitely had not planned on being knocked unconscious.
Nor on being kidnapped. In fact, he would have been perfectly content to stay in his cabin sleeping peacefully. However, the gods were not that merciful. The storm outside raged with all the ferocity of Poseidon himself and Jason's father was obviously unhappy if the sky was any indication. Will Solace, son of Apollo slept peacefully through the raging storm aboard the Jupiter, the only vessel in the King's navy to house nine demigods, the only people aboard the Jupiter, Calypso sorceress from a secluded island, Octavian legacy of Apollo and complete bastard, Michael son of Venus and Octavian's lap dog, Drew and Lacy daughters of Aphrodite,Katie daughter of Demeter, and Frank shapeshifter and son of Mars. Will held a very uneventful job as the ship's medic. Rarely anything happened unless one of the crew members became sick or was injured during sword practice. But this night was different, this storm was different, this dream was different. In his dream Will was following a shady figure, trying to call out to him and each time his voice failing. It was only when the figure finally turned towards him did Will find his ability to speak, though the shadowy person's face was indistinct.
"Who are you?' he asked.
"Hold your breath." said a masculine voice with a strange accent, possibly Italian, and Will was startled awake by the ship tilting dangerously starboard. He heard several people shouting and somehow managed, between the rocking of the ship and his own disorientation to stumble to the deck, still in his night clothes. The nightmarish scene before him had him tempted to return to his bed. The entire deck was flushed with water, and, despite the efforts of the other crew members, Will had a very sinking feeling that this ship was on the verge of going down. Suddenly there was a huge crack, loud enough to be heard over the thundering storm, and the mast fell forward, destroying the deck and probably a good part of the hull. He found his legs and was suddenly running, heading towards the port side where several others were already jumping. He ran a quick headcount. All but two. The ship suddenly tilted starboard again but this time it didn't seem like it was stopping. Will hit the port side at a run and, without thinking, jumped over the already sinking side. He remembered cold, searing cold, and darkness before something hard and solid hit him over the head and William James Solace knew no more.
-SOLANGELO-PERCABETH-CALEO-FRAZEL-JASPER-TRATIE-
"Told you to hold your breath you idiot." said a soft voice. Will didn't dare open his eyes, and resisted the urge to breathe in deeply at a faint scent teasing his nose. What scent was that? Some kind of cologne? And something else as well, something that reminded him of sitting in the shade when he was a boy, playing tag through the graveyard at night with his sisters before the sickness had taken them and his mother. It was rather intoxicating. Whoever was above him dabbed at his head with a cool cloth. He opened his eyes to find himself face to face with a set of obsidian orbs. Suddenly the figure above him, quite simply, disappeared. He started looking around until his gaze settled on two sparkling black eyes perched in the rafters. He stared for a moment before his vision swam, the dank, spacious quarters he was in swirling before he was once again engulfed in blackness.
When Will awakened a second time, his surroundings were drastically changed. He was laying on a small bed covered in a warm black blanket. The only light in the room came from a small lamp containing greek fire. Despite the dark colors and eerie green glow of the cabin, Will felt almost as comfortable as he had in his own cabin aboard the Jupiter. There was a click as someone turned the knob of the door to the cabin and Will snapped his eyes shut forcing his breathing to remain calm, slow, and steady. He heard someone enter the cabin and another follow.
"Think he's been up yet?" asked a girl's voice.
"Nico says he hasn't. Relax Piper, every time we knock someone unconscious you always assume we've killed them." Male this time. Will stayed silent, still, and kept his breathing even. He forced himself to remain calm and hopeful. After all, his crewmates were either on this ship or floating around the ocean as cold, lifeless corpses. "Besides we can always just ask him. Nico!" the man called. The air in the room shifted slightly and the temperature dropped. The girl made a slight noise of discomfort.
"Gods above Nico! I hate it when you do that!" she said.
"Apologies Piper but the Captain called. Something you needed?' a new voice asked. Italian accent and as soft and dark as rich chocolate.. This mystery man who had been in his dreams, who had dabbed his head, was named Nico.
"Did you have to shadow travel? What's wrong with walking like normal people?" asked the girl, Piper, though she had obviously not been the one addressed. There was a sigh
"When do you think he'll wake up?" the man asked.
"Don't know Percy. Every time his dreams start to fade he just falls in deeper. Could be hours, could be days, Hell could be a few minutes." There was a moment of silence. Then two sets of footsteps sounded and a door shut. There was a slight sigh.
"You can open your eyes now,they're gone." Nico said. He opened his eyes and stared at the dark boy once again in the rafters. A pale hand gestured to a small bedside table where a glass of water sat, the liquid rocking with the movement of the ship. Will warily sat up lifting the glass to his lips. He was pleasantly surprised to taste a hint of citrus, lemon or possibly kiwi, just faint enough to be detected. He drained the glass swiftly and sighed as the edge was taken off his thirst. Then he stared up to find the boy staring at him with dark black eyes.
"I have to leave. Your friends are alive but a little worse for wear. You'll see them later tonight." Will nodded and laid back down, closing his eyes. There was a soft thud and then a cool hand on his head and Will slipped into dreams of silky shadows and soft golden light.
Author's Note: So what did you think? This has not been beta-ed so please feel free to point out any mistakes!
