Hey guys! This is a new story I'm going to be doing. It'll have a plot, and...stuff...I guess...(?) Erm...have...fun...reading?

ROMAN SHIP

"Look alive, men!" (A/N: R.I.P my shipspeak.) The shrill sound of Octavian's whiny, high-pitched voice echoed through the Pax.

In the meeting room if the small and rather sad ship, Reyna glared at the sickly legacy of Apollo. "Oh, fine, Reyna. Look alive, soldiers." He smiled smugly at the glowering daughter of Bellona. "I have foreseen that soon we are to cross paths with a ship." Here, he paused. "But not just any ship. A heavily-armed, chock-full of people, Greek ship." At this, cheers and whoops sounded.

"Let's take 'em down!"

Octavian tried in vain to make himself heard. Reyna simply held up her hand for silence and the crew quietened down for their capitan.

An annoyed look on his face, Octavian opened his mouth once more. "The ship I speak of is not any old Greek sea vessel. It is the Argo. The Argo II." Sure enough, there were no cheers at this, only apprehensive and nervous glances at each other. "But remember," said Octavian, "We are demigods! Roman demigods! The most powerful non-immortals in the world!" War cries and yells once again filled the room. "Those Greek mortals don't stand a chance." (A/N: Remember: the Romans think that the gods stayed Roman. They think Greek demigods are extinct.)

Unknown and unseen to anyone but a son of Mars and a daughter of Pluto, the former of whom nodded at him as if to say, 'we'll keep an eye out for anyone who's coming. But be quick', Jason Grace slipped out of the room. Calling upon the rainbow goddess, he sent an Iris-Message. "Cuz, we got a slight problem." The concerned green-eyed son of Poseidon stared back at him.

"What?"

BRITISH SHIP

"Prepare for battle!" "But sir, what about the boy? He's a weakling, he'll be killed!" "So be it. It's for the greater good of Britain. Di Angelo will die an honorable death." "But-" "DO IT, or I'll have you thrown overboard! The Argo II and it's Greek passengers is going down."

A flustered Nico di Angelo appeared, seemingly having melted out of the shadows, on the deck of the Argo II.

"Jason just IMed me. He said the Romans are planning to attack the Argo II. Is there a problem with the British?"

"Yeah. I've still got them fooled, they think I'm weak and helpless, but they found us. They're targeting the Argo."

"Just my luck. Okay. Jason, Hazel, and Frank are staying on the Pax to try and slow them down. You go back to the Princess Andromeda (Yeah. I went there.) and stay undercover. But bring Annabeth back here. We need our best strategist with us, especially if two rival countries are after us."

"Will do. That all?"

"Yup. Just remember..."

"Yeah?"

"Don't die."

"I'll remember that. Good luck on your side."

Yay! I hope that gave you guys a decent idea of what this story'll kinda be about. The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update! Let's aim for...5. 5 reviews, then an update (assuming I've already finished writing the next chapter). K? Let me know if you think I should keep writing this story! Thanks! Bye...