Under the Cover of Night

A Percabeth Fanfiction

All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Often times people say unfortunately because they wish that the characters belong to them. I however do not. Do you know how badly I would screw up writing a Percy Jackson book. I would suck. A lot. So I don't own any of the characters unless they're an oc. You had better know if it's an oc or not because if you don't even know who the characters are you should be reading the books not the fanfiction.

Just a warning I will not be italicizing the names of ships. I am well aware that they should be but that would take to long.

Set sometime soon after the revolutionary war.

Percy's POV

"Get rid of this one," I order walking down the line of prisoners. "This one can go free. Send this one over to Piper."

My crew and just raiding another ship. I believe it's called the Interceptor. Each time we attack a ship we board, take what we want, and sort out the prisoners. As captain it's my job to sort. I choose who needs to die, who can go free, and who we keep. Very rarely do I keep anyone for my ship. I have a reliable and trustworthy crew who are fairly close. It would be tough for the crew to accept a newbie. Occasionally when Piper helps I send people over to her ship, the Greek Goddess (Piper is an ally of mine). Most men end up dying but I try to let any women and children free. Only if they posed a threat would I kill them.

I reach the end of the line and come across the last of the prisoners. The person is kneeling with their hands behind their back looking down at the ground. I lift their head with the tip of my sword drawing a few drops of crimson. A pretty face stares up at me with determined eyes. A few wisps of golden hair frame her face. I flick her hat off with my sword setting free a cascade of curls. I smirk at her.

"I think we'll keep this one," I announce. The rest of my crew smiles sickly at her.

oO0Oo

"Where to Captain?" Leo shouts at me from the wheel. Leo is my first mate and often steers the ship. He loves to work with machines.

"We need to restock our ship," I call back. "Find somewhere we can get all the supplies we'll need."

"Aye aye Cap'ain!" Leo shouts back teasingly.

I turn around and run into something soft and small. I look down and see the girl from the Interceptor.

"I demand to be taken back to my family!" she shouts at me.

I laugh lightly. "Sorry, Princess, but I'm in charge here. I get to say when and if you will return to your family."

"They'll find me. They will track you down and rescue me and take me home," she insists.

"If you say so," I chuckle at her.

She growls quietly and stomps away. She sits on a bucket on the other side of the deck and pouts.

"What are we going to do with her?" asks Grover, another of my crew members.

"Honestly? I have no idea whatsoever," I tell him smiling.

oO0Oo

I stare across the glassy water. Night has fallen and the reflection of the moon ripples slightly as a result of the breeze that ruffles my hair.

My peace is disrupted by a voice higher than I'm used to. "What am I supposed to wear while I'm here?" the girl from the interceptor asks me. Without waiting for a response she continues talking although more to herself than to me. "Suppose it doesn't matter much. Soon enough my father will be here to save me."

"I hate to break it to you, Princess," I laugh lightly, "but when I don't want to be found, I'm not found. My ship can outrun any ship this father of yours might have."

"Any ship in the naval fleet of America?" she asks with a smirk.

"Any ship," I reply wiping the smirk from her face. "What kind of father do you have that he has the entire American navy at his disposal?"

"Not the entire navy. Just a few ships available to him as governor."

"Governor, huh?"

"Yeah, it has its ups and downs."

"Come with me," I say walking away without looking back to see if she's following.

"Where are we going?" she asks with a slightly suspicious tone to her voice.

I keep walking towards my cabin without answering. When we reach the door I walk in, neglecting to hold the door for her. What can I say? I'm a pirate not a prince. She must have noticed that I didn't hold the door because the next thing I know I'm subject to an intense glare by stormy grey eyes. I ignore her and walk over to my chest. I pull out a loose cotton shirt and a pair of trousers that are a bit too small for me but would be big on the girl.

"Here you are, Princess," I say tossing the clothes at her.

"My name's not Princess you know," she says raising her eyebrows.

"Well then what is it?"

She hesitates. "Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

"Percy Jackson." I give her a small smile. "You can sleep down with the crew."

An expression of fear covers her face. "Please no. Please don't make me. I don't want…"

I look her in the eyes. "I promise you that no one will lay a hand on you. If anyone does he shall answer to me." She still looks uneasy but puts on a mask of bravery and nods slightly. "You can have one of the extra hammocks. Would you prefer top or bottom bunk?"

"It doesn't make a difference to me," she says a bit haughtily. "Soon enough I won't even be here. I'll be at home in my queen sized canopy bed."

I laugh. "Bottom bunk it is."