Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, because if I did, I would write as good as Rick Riordan. Scratch that, I would be Rick Riordan.
Prolog
Deep in the belly of a large ship, the second mate tossed and turned in his sleep. It had been a long while since he had had this particular dream, or should we say, nightmare. Each time, the message it held became clearer, and more urgent. When the boy woke, sweating and panting, he knew that it was time to deliver the message to the captain.
The second mate slid out of bed and snuck past the snoring first mate. His gaze found the golden trident statue next to the first mate, and he scowled. How he longed to be as important as the first mate was. But that would soon change. After he told the captain, he would be first mate, he would be respected, and he would be known as the wise and the powerful. No one would know it wasn't the second mate's idea. No one would know of his nightmare.
As he slid into the captains chambers, fantasies of his future life ran through his mind. Rich, powerful, respected, famous. How he would rise to the greatness, from a sailor to a king! The second mate's train of thought stopped as he noticed the sword at his throat. His eyes followed the golden blade to an angry looking, baggy-eyed captain.
"What makes you think it is okay for you to disrupt me at this time?" the captain hissed.
"The knowledge we have been seeking for too many months," The second mate replied, and then added, "Lower your sword and I will tell."
"Tell me what?" the captain questioned, sliding his long golden blade in its leather sheath.
"How to capture the Princess of Crete."
So, that's my prolog! The second mate, first mate, and captain are the same in the prolog as they are in the story, for those who are wondering. Drop a review and tell me what you think of the prolog! Give me any advice you have, and PM me if you've got questions. That wraps things up, I suppose. Goodbye!
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