Hey guys. This is my first story, and I just had an idea while reading other stories. So I decided to write my own. I hope you guys enjoy. Please give advice. I am a novice writer.
Percy's POV
My name is Perseus Jackson. You can call me Percy. I'm a Captain of the Olympican Army. I command a naval ship of thirty men, on my prized vessel, Earthshaker. It was a long slender boat made up of hardened wood, about a hundred yards long, and twenty yards wide. The sails were a bright white of new cleaned sheets, and the crow's nest was twenty yards in the air, the flags of Olympia, which was a rectangular flag of golden color, with twelve deep, crimson marks of red slashed across it. It symbolized the twelve major gods, the gold and fortune they had marked upon the years, and the blood it took to get it. Then, there was the Poseidon flag, that showed that I was under his command. It was a simple flag, with a light shade of blue, with a golden trident in the center. Next, came our flag, which shows my beautiful ship, crash-landing next to the yellow, sandy shore, where it got its name, Earthshaker, when it crashed along the beach and caused quite a commotion. Shields lined the side of my ship, all polished, so it gleamed shining new. A giant ballista stood at the center, with its huge arrow, dully gleaming in the stormy weather. Smaller crossbows lined the side of the ship, and there was three stories on the ship, marking it pretty tall. The last story was under water, just where we placed rocks, so the ship wouldn't float too much and tip over. Next was the quarters and supplies, and where rowing could be done if needed. The top story was, obviously, was the exposed top of the ship.
My ship was just one of several hundred in the strong Poseidon navy, but I was proud of my thirty men, and my ship. It had fought a lot in the last few months, mostly defending raiding skirmishes from Oceanus, a smaller pirate force that lived on boats. But lately, we were seeing a lot of attacks from Titanous, and Gaea Kingdom, sometimes, combined forces from the two. But the strong navy of Olympica had beat them back so far, and I was confident that we would do it again, and again.
"Sir!". A voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned quickly . It was just my brother, Tyson. He was my first mate, or second-in-command of the ship, and he was a Cyclops. I loved him to death, and he was a good soldier. His favored weapon was a club, and he had a pretty tactical war brain, as far as I knew. But the rest of the time, he liked thinking about his next meal.
"Hey, Tyson, you know you don't have to call me sir," I said. He grinned showing his big, sharp teeth. "I only Sergeant," he replied. I shrugged.
"What's up, then?" I asked.
"There are reports of a combined force of two heavy carriers from Titanous, and about ten earth vessels from Gaea Kingdom escorting them." he said. As an afterthought, he also added, "There also seemed to an airship with them."
"What kind?" I asked. "The one with the big air bubble on top," he replied.
That's not good, I thought. The only aircraft base was quite a ways away from our current post, and if they couldn't reach us in time, our ships could be wiped out.
"Okay, Tyson, send a messenger to the nearest air base, and tell them of the situation, I want some of our own airships in the sky, two at least. Then, alert Lieutenant Gomez, and Captain Carlson, of the danger, and tell them to prepare the ships, Wrecker and Arrow!" I snapped at him.
"Sir, yes, sir!" he shouted, before running off to do his tasks. I nodded.
I hurried back to my ship, and yelled, "WAKE UP! We got a Class III danger right now, and I'll be damned if you guys don't get your asses up, NOW!"
Immediately, some of the crew rolled out of their beds, and ran to the sails unfurling them, and letting them drop down, with a clean swoosh sound. Others ran toward the heavy supply deck, where sea-going food, like hardtack, and jerky, and fresh water were stored. The ship was suddenly alive with people handling on supplies, and grabbing weapons. My ship was trained to do this. It was their job, after all.
"Get ready to set sail in twenty, people! We got some bad guy ass to kick!" I shouted, adding encouragement to the already hyped-up atmosphere. A giant roar greeted me back, and I simply nodded, but inside I was as nervous as all hell. It was time for another adventure, and nothing could hold it back. It was one of the best feelings in the world for me, the heart-pounding adrenaline, the crazy tension in the air.
"Tyson!" I shouted, as I spotted my half-brother sprinting on deck with two barrels of fresh water on each shoulder. "Are the commanders alerted?"
"Sir!" he said nodded, slipping away among the chaos.
I grinned. This is what I lived for.
Annabeth's POV
I hurried up the stairs and into the hall, where friends and fellow commanders were waiting. Hazel, our cavalry commander sat at one of the five seats around a polished, oak table. Frank, our battle tactician sat next to her, and they were quietly talking. Jason, our aerial commander, and special tactics force sat next to his girlfriend, Piper, who was our head medic. Who was I? I was Annabeth Chase, our Olympican Army commander-in-chief.
"Did you guys get the report?" I asked, as we all looked at each other. Everyone nodded grimly. The report was as bad as could be. And we didn't know when an attack would come.
I grimaced. Okay, pull yourself together, and let's get ready for this new threat.
"Okay, Jason, I want you to recruit more Special Forces into your 7th division. I want a report by the end of the day, seeing how much sky soldiers we got, and the skyships. Also, a report on your 7th division." The famed 7th division was one of the best regiments in the army, and they received the best gear, new Celestial Bronze army, the best horses and chariots, and strong fame.
I turned to Piper. "Give me a list of medical supplies, and see if you can bring in more, and up the production rate. I want to also see at least two healers from every squadron, and the more, the better." She hurried off to do her task, her kaleidoscope eyes shimmering in color.
"Hazel, give me a report on you cavalry and see if you can push harder, and recruit more. The cavalry will be of utmost importance in the coming battles."
"Also, Frank, draw up a draft of some battle plans and send it to me, pronto!"
They both nodded and hurried up to do their work. I gripped my dagger tight. War was never a good thing. And this one would certainly not be a good thing.
Thalia's POV
I was just practicing sparring with a fellow soldier when the report came in. A messenger, riding as fast as his wild horse would allow him, came screeching to a halt, as he quickly climbed down from the saddle and gave a slight bow.
"What is your message, soldier?" I asked him, as I helped him up.
He gasped for breath, but got the message out. "Several miles, off Fright Cove, enemies were spotted. Two Titanous carriers, and ten Gaea kingdom ships. They also have an airship, my lady. Captain Perseus Jackson requires assistance. Two airships, at least" he said gasping oxygen every other word.
I nodded, and asked the soldier who I was sparring with to help him up.
Standing up, I hurried over to the green tent of the command post, yelling at a nearby Sergeant. "You! Cornwell! Who are the next ship to take flight?"
"Eagle One Seven, and Flame Four Eight, Colonel Grace," he replied. I grabbed my personal shield, Aegis, and my spear.
"Get them ready for me now! We're flying." he scampered away to do the task.
It's time to go to war.
