Hello people, I am indeed back. This story is about Annabeth and Jason joining Percy's ship and crew. It'll be Percabeth, Jasiper, and some mentions of Thaluke and Solangelo (that's better said now in case you don't like one of those). It is the revision of my other story, written properly and mostly before hand, as to avoid impossibly long waits between chapters.

I can't lie and say I won't take absolutely anything from Pirates of the Caribbean, given how it was part of my inspiration and one of my favourite movies. But the story won't be exactly the same, far from it.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this very much, it's always nice to give others something to read :)

PJO belongs to Uncle Rick!

Annabeth smiled ruefully at life's way of twisting things around. She hadn't been born nobility, but few were the ones who knew and even fewer were the ones who dared mention how Duke Chase had taken in a hungry young lass fifteen years ago.

Her father had passed away mere hours ago. She had to admit it didn't come as a surprise to anyone. The man had been ill in a way which could only be described as terminal from the very beginning. Now, because of the lack of male heirs on her family, whatever titles or property the man possessed went to both her and her mother.

Including the task to find a fine suitor for Annabeth.

Now, being 20, Annabeth knew she'd been given more husband-free time than most, but regardless, the idea of becoming a man's property didn't suit her at all.

Albeit Annabeth's initial resolution had been to avoid her mother whenever she tried to start a conversation about the subject, she then realised that sooner or later she'd be wedded and that her immature attitude was only stressing the already distressed widow.

So it was that when the Duchess announced a ball for a few weeks' time, Annabeth nodded and smiled as honestly as she could manage.

And that's how she ended sitting in the docks at mid-afternoon, trying to read a book to throw her mind off other things.

As much as she wanted to be formal with the men who'd come from afar, they'd got on her nerves already. They were everywhere. She'd turn a corner and one or two were expecting a chat. She'd sit for a meal and find out her mother had invited a few of them to grace their presence.

She huffed out loud.

"I see I haven't caught you in your finest mood," a voice startled her. "I could come down here in a couple of hours and see if you have calmed down."

Annabeth turned to find a childhood friend of hers, and prince of her land leaning on the dock's railing. Jason was one of the few people she could tolerate as of now. He wasn't off limits per se, he was in line to the throne, but technically he wasn't to be king unless his elder brothers died or were otherwise incapacitated. Her mother and his parents didn't quite disagree to the match. Regardless of her general annoyance at her unfair situation, Annabeth had to admit Jason had never overwhelmed her and she found him a smart and polite boy with a fine sense of humour. If she ended up marrying him, at least she could count him as a friend.

She patted the space next to her, and Jason sat mirroring her position, his legs hanging off the dock.

"I thought my mother had only invited men, not children," she said.

"Ah, yes," Jason laughed. "But she finds my father a marvellous dancer, something I'm aware I have not inherited. And I just had to come if he attended."

She smiled.

"Do you remember when my father used to take us for short journeys on ships?" she asked after a small silence.

"Yes, it was rather entertaining," Jason nodded. "Until my father figured it out and forbid me from ever going on board unless accompanied with at least a regiment of armed guards."

"Why does he fear the sea?" she wondered.

"Something about his family," he replied. "He never speaks of it. Always keeps it to himself. And so does my stepmother."

"Do your siblings know nothing?"

He shrugged, "Doubt it," he said. "And if they did, they wouldn't tell me. They think me a nuisance."

Annabeth bowed her head. Jason's family was a bit of a taboo topic. He wasn't born into the crown as much as his father had taken a strong... interest in one of his wife's ladies in waiting. King Zeus had claimed Jason, thus separating him from his mother and choosing to raise him a royal instead. He used to have a sister, but nothing was known of her because unlike the girl's brother, the king seemed to have little fancy for a female bastard. Her current whereabouts were unknown to both Jason and Annabeth.

They sat quietly for a good while until Annabeth realised that it was getting late.

"We should be going," she told Jason.

"Wait, look," he pointed towards a ship about a hundred metres away from them.

The ship had three masts, on them, pitch black sails waved lazily.

Annabeth and Jason got to their feet quickly and ran behind the nearest hiding place they could see. The crew of the ship hadn't seen them, it appeared.

One by one the crew members got down. A girl in her twenties caught their eyes. She was rather tallish, her dark hair tied in a small ponytail. She had a quiver full of arrows on her back and a bow in her hands.

As the girl turned around Annabeth saw Jason's mouth open wide. The girl's face reminded her of someone. Her eyes were similar to Jason's. Could it be?

Jason seemed to believe it was, indeed, his long lost sister. He made it to get up, but Annabeth stopped him.

"It's a ship with no flag, Jason," she told him sternly, her voice quivering slightly. "Do you know what kind of vessels has no flag?"

"But she..." he started. "It's her! I haven't seen her in years! I can barely remember her, but I know it's her!" he insisted.

"Jason, think. If you were to jump right now and run to her, what do you think would happen?" Annabeth asked patiently.

Jason stared blankly. Annabeth sighted.

"Do you see those guards over there?" She pointed at a pair of men on the ship. "They'll kill you, you have to plan this through..."

She gasped as she felt a cool blade pressed under her neck, and a hand on her shoulder.

"Plan what? An attack to my ship?" murmured a raspy voice to her ear. "I don't think so. If you will kindly come with me," the voice told her more loudly this time. "And tell your friend to keep that sword to himself. One move towards it and your head rolls."

Annabeth turned her head very slowly to see a young man with bright green eyes. A captain hat sat on his dark hair.

For all of you who came from my other story, thank you for sticking around. I personally despise it when authors do this kind of thing but I was a lot younger when I posted the original 'This is my kingdom come', and even more so when I begun writing it, so it had continuation errors, and pretty much a lot of ridiculous stuff going on. I hope this one you'll find better and like just the same.