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This is my first fan fiction so tell me what you think and make sure to leave comments telling me how I can do better (because honestly, I'm sure I messed up a lot). This takes place during Son of Neptune, but more like the adventures from the Argo ll while they're sailing. I hope you like it and tell me what you think :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Prologue:

The world was dark. My body seemed to be moving at a different speed as my mind. I couldn't see a thing; I forced the sticky eyelids apart and blinked rapidly to focus on my blurry surroundings. Water, all I could see for miles, all around me, the salty liquid getting in my mouth, nose, and eyes. I felt like someone had stuck wax in my ears and it had permanently clogged my eardrum. Another wave hit my face, causing my eyesight to go slightly blurry again. Water stung my throat and I tried in vain to push the briny fluid back up to my lips.

The only thing my shriveled fingers clung to was what looked like a buoy; it was painted bright red and was in the shape of a ball. My left arm hung over the side with my head resting awkwardly in the crook of my elbow. My legs felt numb, I tried to move them but if they responded I couldn't tell. My face was sore and aching, as if someone had slapped me one too many times. Every time I tried to recall what had happened to put me in the middle of an ocean I simply felt a burning sensation in the back of my eyes. My head was already throbbing, so not to put any more pressure on my aching mind, I stopped trying to remember and lay limp on the only thing keeping me safe.

The sweatshirt I was wearing was cold and stuck to my torso. It was a dark purple and it had words scrawled on the stomach in black but I couldn't tell what they read. The sleeves were torn around the wrists and near my elbows, shredded was a much better word. I still couldn't remember what happened but I was pretty sure waves couldn't do that much damage. I was afraid for what laid underneath; if my shirt was shredded wouldn't my skin be shredded too? My hair stuck to my arms and back in stringy pieces, I was assuming it would reach my waist if I had been standing on a flat surface. It was a dark brown and hung in my face tauntingly since I couldn't move it out of the way. Pieces clung to my chin and stuck to my eyelashes, I stared at it, not being able to do anything.

I must have stayed in the same position for hours, not being able to move and listening to the contorted sounds of birds and the ocean. It could have been a day, but after a while I began to see something in the distance. I squinted to get a better look, straining my tired eyes to look at the approaching ship. I could see the words Argo ll painted on the side of the huge warship, armed with weapons. I could see tiny people on the dock of the quickly approaching vessel. Even though there was an overwhelming chance that they would either ignore me or not hear me, I painfully raised my head and screamed anyway.

My voice scratched the back of my throat as I shrieked "Help!" My voice my scratchy and hoarse, but I tried again, "Help!" I screamed again, my voice slightly louder and more powerful. I watched as a girl on the ship whipped her head around to see what the troublesome noise was, her eyes widened as she saw me. She called to a couple other men on the ship and it looked like she was trying to convince them of something, probably to help me. I guess it worked because I could see the commotion begin to start. I was too tired to scream again and I began to feel dizzy, my eyesight started to blur again and my throbbing head fell back down on my arm. My eyelids snapped shut and my world went black once more.

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