Hey guys! So, started this back when I was first writing, and the beginning is a bit rough, but I've been focusing on making it a bit more accurate. Mind you, it's a LostHeroGuide story, so it isn't going to be 100% accurate.

It's a Pirate!AU, and it was really fun to write. I expect a lot of chapters from this, and I'll try to do better at updating. But anyways, Read and Review, tell me what you liked and what you didn't. I love that you guys are good with telling me what you actually like.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy The Marauding Demigods!


Annabeth:

Annabeth Chase didn't really know what to make of it. At all.

It's not like it'd never happened before. Other pirates were quick to attack when they see the Athena is only crewed by women. They figure that no one couldn't possibly lose a fight against Annabeth and her crew.

Athena: 17

Guest: 0

So yes, their ship had been boarded, rammed, shot at and even partially destroyed. But never, not even once has an enemy pirate gotten off of her ship with a single gold coin.

Not until now, at least.

It was night in the Caribbean. The moon was full, giving off just enough light to sail by, though they weren't using it. The wind had dropped to but a lingering breeze that sent miniscule waves gently caressing the hull of the beautiful grey ship. The cove they sat at was merely a collection of islands and beaches, a treasure trove for pirates escaping royal fleets in the maze like structure.

Usually on nights like this Annabeth was quick to bring in a late haul. Trading was upping the ante, meaning larger ships and fewer to no royal guard. It was simply picking out a ship in the distance that fit the description of what they were looking for.

But tonight was not like most nights. Firstly, they had scored in a major bounty earlier that day, and with the royal fleet scouring the coasts for pirates they couldn't sell at any of the normal, neutrally controlled ports. Secondly, it was Hazel's birthday.

A party was in full swing on deck, full of laughter and dancing, stories of times before pirating. Some were bitter and others spoke of better days. Everyone however was in a good mood. Lights hung from the masts, strung between them like the Chinese lanterns they'd seen in Singapore. The mead and rum were brought out by the keg, and drunk just as fast.

"Annabeth, stop looking towards your quarters! You can get back to your charts later!" Thalia laughed, walking between crewmates to get to her best friend and captain. Annabeth kept her longing gaze towards her rooms. She loved the celebrations, it was just a bit too much for her. She longed for the warmth of her bed.

"Annabeth!" Thalia yelled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You need to loosen up! It's not everyday our little girl finally reaches eighteen!" She jested. From somewhere close by, Hazel squeaked indignantly.

"Stop calling me little!" She pouted. Another round of laughter erupted and Thalia's attention drifted elsewhere. But when she looked back, she noticed Annabeth's tentative step towards the map room.

"Annabeth!" She reprimanded. The blonde in question cast her a withering glare.

"Urg! I need to make sure that the port will be open tomorrow in Rasp Shanty. If the armada is docking there-"

"Check later." Thalia said, sounding more sober than before. "One night, Annabeth. Then I'll even help you go through the charts and letters myself." She promised. Annabeth raised an eyebrow, because the last time Thalia helped Annabeth couldn't find anything for a week. "I promise not to help you, then." She amended.

Annabeth finally consented. She took a sip of her wine, deciding a headache tomorrow would not be wise for going into port. The men hardly ever wanted to bargain with her in the first place. If she was hungover they might think less of her. "Fine. But as soon as Hazel declares it over-"

She didn't get to finish as Thalia pulled her into the crowd, letting the festivities wash away any sense of time or direction she had. Eventually she knew Thalia would be too tipsy to even walk straight at the rate she was drinking, so she decided to let her guard down for an hour or two.

Big mistake.

She saw first the way one of her crew who was talking with a crewmate suddenly stopped, looking suspiciously towards the port side. Annabeth, watching from her friend's drunken embrace, could only watch as her crewmate wandered over towards the stairs there, heading below deck.

It's probably nothing. She thought, taking another sip of wine. And for a few minutes Annabeth didn't give it another thought.

Then she realized that she couldn't find the crewmate.

Only then did the alarm bells begin to ring. Thalia frowned, noticing her friend's frown. "What's wrong?" She asked.

A million thoughts began to go through her head before she finally settled it within herself. "Grab Lucy and Gwen and check the haul... I think someone is onboard." She whispered. Thalia, suddenly sober, did as she was told.

Annabeth began to saunter over towards the port side railing, unsure of what she was looking for. She ran her hand over the sea dried, polished wood. Then she frowned.

There was a rope. A rope that didn't attach to anywhere.

Too late.

"Stop! Thief!" Thalia yelled. Annabeth spun on the heel of her boot, her eyes widening in realization. Too late, she realized what was happening.

He was in all black, a shadow had Thalia not been on alert. His tri point hat set firmly on his head and a blue bandana around his mouth and nose. His coat went to his knees, hugging his breeches and boots. Annabeth could vaguely see the flintlocks he kept on his belt, along with a cutlass.

Annabeth had exactly two seconds to observe him before he ran straight into her.

They both fell to the deck, facing each other. His head hit the railing with an audible 'crack!' But otherwise he seemed fine. Annabeth finally noticed the most important detail. He had in his hand a bag of whatever he must've taken from the ship's stores.

And now it sat between Annabeth and him.

She came to her senses, leaning forward to snatch the bag from him before he could put another hand on it, but he was too quick. He took it in one fluid movement, at the same time drawing his flintlock, aiming at her skull.

A whale could breach right beside them and the crew wouldn't have blinked. Never, not once, had they seen their captain at such mercy as to this man, this boy. And yet no one knew, she'd faced this position before, with her own blood.

She guessed he might've been grinning under his mask as he stood and tipped his hat with the hand holding the bag of loot. "Ma'am." He said in a calm tone. "I'm afraid that I must take my leave. Don't stop the party on my account." He said.

Then he jumped, and only Annabeth knew he'd somehow caught the rope and slid down to what she guessed was some sort of boat.

The crew erupted into action all at once. Some reached for weapons. A few wielded bottles and began to throw them after the mystery thief. Annabeth stood and drew her own flintlock, aiming and firing towards- yep -the retreating ten foot skiff now slowly making its way towards the shallows between the two nearest islands.

Thalia cursed, then began to bark orders. "Hold your fire! He's already gone!" She grumbled, pushing a few crewmates away from the railing. Everyone began to protest at once.

"Enough!" Annabeth finally yelled, startling the crew into silence. "Prepare the ship to follow after him. I want this ship set to sail in an hour, you hear me?" She barked. "Follow after him. Now."

The crew burst into action, orders now given. A few among them, such as Hazel and Gwen, began to immediately task out the other girls to their roles. Thalia followed after her captain. "We can't follow him into the shallows."

"I know." Annabeth said, already in her chart room. She laid the map of the island maze out in front of her, tracing currents and routes.

"He's got a head start, and a few dozen places to hide in." She argued. Annabeth sent her a stern look. She was well aware of their situation.

"Yes, yes he does." She said.

Thalia sighed. "But we aren't letting him get away?"

"No. No we aren't."

...

Three days.

Several possible sightings and one confirmed one from between an archway that only the girl in the crow's nest could claim to see through. She might've just been eager, seeing as they couldn't see him after that.

But Annabeth understood he was a slippery one. A desperate, slippery one at that. To steal from the Athena? Bad call.

Annabeth was quick to compare the possible sightings and decide where he must be going. She put a pin in the name of the port. "Fort Brigham." She said triumphantly. "He's going to re meet with his ship and crew, then sell all of our gold."

Thalia frowned. After an extensive search, they'd determined he'd stolen enough to line his pockets quite handsomely. He couldn't be allowed to reach the Fort.

"What do you suppose we do?" Thalia asked, looking at the maze of pins Annabeth had placed intricately on the map. Some had papers marking dates and times.

Annabeth pointed to a small cove directly across from the Fort. She smirked evilly. "He was stupid to think we wouldn't see he was leading us in the wrong direction." She said. "We do what we do best." She said. "Eh pirate?"

...

"I see him!" The girl, Lacey, yelled from the crow's nest. "He's just reached the bend in the cove, captain!"

Annabeth nodded in satisfaction as she saw the skiff in the distance. It had a single bluish-black sail, and as expected, she was running the black flag. "What's on the flag?" Annabeth called up towards the crows nest.

The girl squinted through her telescope. "A trident running through a skull, captain. Never seen anything like it before." She answered. Annabeth thought that sounded vaguely familiar, but dismissed it for later.

"Cut him off before he reaches the shallows, muskets drawn. I want him alive." She said, her teeth gritted. Thalia smiled, then began relaying orders to the rest of the crew.

Percy:

Percy knew he was caught the second the Athena appeared around the bend. He should've known that they were smart enough to figure him out. He'd treated them like kingsmen and royal ships when he should've treated them like fellow pirates. Women or no.

So yes, judging by angles and the current wind, he knew they would cut him off and he'd be caught.

Then again, they didn't know Perseus Jackson.

Even as they appeared Percy was calm in turning his ship around. He snickered at the thought of that blonde lass seeing him turn rudder to run. Probably scoffing and thinking he wasn't really trying to run.

But he was.

Percy grew up in a skiff, in this very maze of islands. He knew them as well as the sands on the shore knew what a wave was. So even as his sail dropped with no more wind to push it, he smiled.

He placed the oars in their places, then began to hum a shanty to row to. Granted, when he saw the grey hull gaining on him he began to hum just a bit faster, but he was not panicking. He began to graze lightly against the sheer cliff wall he'd been keeping to his far right, but now was an oars distance to his left.

He noticed the hull of the Athena on his right now, slowly trying to overtake him. And they were good. Percy could hear the captain's orders being given as he rowed. Apparently he was wanted alive, and they were going to cut him off as he reached the edge of the cliff. He smiled. Perfect.

Even as they began to pass him Percy could hear the echo of musket fire and the chipping of rock as the rounds bounced off the cliff wall. Satisfied he was still safe, Percy got off the oars, stowing them away. Then, as quickly as possible, he stowed the sail and took the mast out of the mast lock, stowing that as well.

Percy risked a glance towards the enemy ship and watched in amusement at the befuddled expression of the blonde captain. Percy smirked. She had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

Percy had lost a lot of speed when he'd stowed the oars, and now the Athena was far ahead of him. He could just row backwards and hope to turn and run to the Fort, but no. He was going to stick this out.

Percy took the oars once again, rowing at a steady pace towards the corner of the cliff wall. I'm fact, it looked like he was about to run into it. Percy heard the warning bells on the deck ringing, alerting the crew to this development.

Percy scratched the wall... And then the wall was gone.

Barely anyone knew about the shelf only seven or so feet high under the cliff. The waters around the Fort were full of sharks that had the nastiest of demeanors, so no one would risk a swim.

Besides a twelve year old Percy, of course.

The shelf was only visible at low tide, and he really only had a few hours, but he'd bought himself some time.

And so, under the cool shade the overhang had to offer, he waited.

Annabeth:

"I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before." Annabeth admitted. She'd watched as the thief had disappeared under the overhang, and she couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. A gutsy move. Something even some of the most fearless pirates wouldn't have done, had they even known.

"What are your orders, captain? The women wish to pursue the thief, but we have the goods to think about." Thalia said, and Annabeth knew she was right. They couldn't leave the supplies they'd raided any longer, some of the goods being perishable. They had to sell them now.

"What should we do?" Thalia asked. Annabeth bit her lip. She wasn't going to let this thief get away, she decided.

"Thalia, I want you to use that silver tongue of yours and get to shore on the row boats. We'll sell the perishables here, at the Fort. After you're done get back to the Athena and await my orders." She decided. Thalia smiled.

"Yes captain." She said.

As Thalia walked away, Annabeth put both hands on the railing, waiting in anticipation and looking towards the cliff where the thief had disappeared to. "Your move, captain." She muttered.

LHG :)