To The Sunset
A/N Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction. I have had the idea for a while now, but never got around to writing it.
I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordon does.
Percy P.O.V
"Wake up. Wake up!"
Percy was startled awake by a feminine voice. He looked up and could barely make out the silhouette of a figure.
"Where am I?" He questioned. At this time a lantern in the corner flickered to life, revealing the face of a beautiful woman with silky blonde hair and slim body features.
The light aluminated the room, curving around wooden crates and barrels. Only now he could see the thick metal bars separating him and the woman, who now had a stone cold, grey glare fixed on him.
The walls around him shifted and he realised he was on a boat.
"Prince Perseus, you are on my ship." She said. Something about her was intriguing and he had a hankering to figure out what it was.
Better yet, he was wandering why he was here.
"Why am I hear," he asked, voicing his thoughts.
"Well, how else would we get the bounty?"
"Bounty? What exactly do you mean bounty?" Percy could feel nervousness set in as he lay in a layer of hay spread on the floor. Why was he here? He thought. He should be in his own bed, in his own palace.
"Well of course Perseus, how else should a pirate make such good money." His face morphed into a frown. "Oh don't act so surprised. Being as wealthy as your family is, you must have expected something to happen. Wether it was kidnapping you or prized soon-to-be-bride, Rachel.
Was it just him or did he sense some jealousy in her tone?
The woman started to turn around, heading for what looked like a wooden door, but not before percy could stop her.
"Wait! Who are you." The woman turned back around, plastering a devilish smirk to her face. She strode back over to him and drew her sword. He thought that was it. That he had crossed the fine line that she had placed to see how fast he could get on her nerves.
As she purposefully walked towards him, swaying her hips, he thought she was going to hack of his head.
When she reached him, though, all she did was stick her sword between the bars of his sell and mark something in the wall to the right of his head.
He took a moment to investigate the tiny symbol marked in the wood. The first thing he noticed was it looked kind of like a V. Except it had a line running through it. He searched his mind thinking of where he could have seen the marking before, and the thought hit him like a cannon ball to the face.
"You are pirate bandits. You rule the seas. I have seen this mark before. The - the V with a line thr -"
"No. Actually it's an upside down A." She paused, as if adding to the effect of scarring him shitless. "The names Annabeth. And I am the leader the 'pirate bandits'." She said in a mocking tone.
As she turned to leave, Percy thought about how worried his family must be. He also thought about how much the pirates were asking them for him.
Annabeth swung the door open, the light blinding his sun deprived eyes. He immediately had to squint. She through him one last smirk before descending into one of the brightest light Percy was sure he had ever seen.
All to soon, it seemed, he was back by himself in the darkened room. Left to his lingering thoughts. But, as if now, there was only one thought worth thinking, and that thought consisted of the tall, slim body of a woman complete with long blonde ringlets and fierce grey eyes.
Oh gods, what was he going to do?