Chapter One:

A/N: This is my first fanfic! Please keep that in mind! Thanks :))

~Annabeth~

Date: October 23, 1780

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the salty air. I had been looking out for about three hours and just needed to close my eyes. The sky was bright blue with no clouds in sight. The sun was blindingly bright. The wind was slight so as I stood on the Forecastle deck looking out into the ocean, my blonde curls would flutter around my face and the sleeves of my white, floral dress would rustle in the wind.

I opened my grey eyes and continued searching towards the horizon for enemy ships. I do not hate my job, It is just not what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to construct building and create beautiful works of architecture. Not be a lookout for enemy ships.

But I guess desperate times call for desperate measures and when the King himself orders you to be a lookout, well you do not say no. The patriots had continued to succeed in battles and we needed some reinforcements. We were out about a month ago from Britain and should be nearing our destination soon, any day in fact…

"Ship Captain!" The other lookout Octavian called. I hate Octavian, that is all there is to it. He was always out in the sun but was still sickly pale, with blonde hair and blue eyes.. But the thing that made me hate him the most is his "feeling". He would always get these "feelings" that something good or bad was going to happen. Everyone fawned over his ability and believed everything he said. Now do not get me wrong, it was helpful at SOME points along the way, but he was too cocky about his ability and used it to his advantage, that was what got me. Also what the King has made us do, forced us...Octavian was despicable and his power was to blame.

I looked around our surroundings searching for this ship. Sure enough 37 degrees South of us was a war ship. It was a patriot build but its flag was a plain white. A sign for peace maybe? They were so close to winning however. Why would they call for peace? I looked around for the Captain to ask him and found him in the crowsnest with Octavian. He had a telescope out and was looking at the ship. His salt and pepper (used to be blond) hair flapped in its ponytail and brown eyes squinting.

Octavian also looked as confused as I was. He was almost as smart as I was. It was really annoying whenever the captain would ask me questions and I would answer, only to have Octavian answer the same time as me. I have a feeling he just really liked testing my patience. But everyone knew I was smarter than him.

"Is it coming for peace Captain?" I hollered out. I knew how close the Patriots were to winning. I was one of the King's main generals in the army so I knew how close they were (It was secret though. How do you think the men would react to ME being a general?) However this made no sense. Why would they call for peace? This is probably just a trick and they are going to try and kill all of us. I was going to tell the Captain my suspicion but decided against it. Our Captain would not take bad news like that well. The never thought head like I did.

The Captain looked down at me. He is actually my uncle Fredrick Chase, however I still must address him as "Captain". Since I am his relative and rather intelligent, I became his "Co-Captain" or "Right hand man". Uncle Frederick furrowed his eyebrows. "I can not tell Annabeth. Go get a telescope and look out to the ship. You have a better eye than I. Tell me what you see when I get down." Frederick yelled back proceeding to climb down the rope latter from the crowsnest.

I grabbed the nearest telescope and aimed it at the ship. The ship was clear and I saw nothing on the deck or anywhere. There were no people on the decks of the ship but only one at the wheel. He looked Latino from where I was and had ginormous smirk on his face. He had crazy curly brown hair, and pointy elf ears. His mouth was moving so I could tell he was making words but I could not tell what he was saying exactly. However to whom they were directed I did not know since I could not see any one else on the ship.

I put the telescope down and turned around to see my Uncle at my side squinting at the vessel.

"Well? What did you see?" He questioned with a rather worried tone. My eyebrows squished together as I replied to my Uncle.

"I could only see one person sir. It was a Latino male and he had a rather large smirk on his face. His lips were moving as if he was talking but I already said I did not see anyone else there so I do not…" My sentence was cut short when I was lurched onto the deck falling on my face.

If I had been more observant (which I am usually), I would have noticed the enemy ship had been moving at an alarmingly fast speed. Directly at my ship. Everyone else had also been knocked off their feet. How they did not notice the enemy ship coming right at us I do not know.

The enemy ship that had hit ours was unharmed however our ship's railing on the west side was crushed and there was probably more damage I could not see. I pushed myself off the ground and dusted off my dress while looking at the enemy boat. I saw no movement and the boy steering was gone. My uncle came up to me and gestured to my knife.

I always had my knife strapped to my waist. My knife was given to me by my father. At least that is what my uncle says. I have kept it strapped to me ever since I first got it.

All the crew also grabbed a weapon as we cautiously stepped towards the enemy ship. I was the only lady on the ship so the men started moving to be in front of me. As if they could keep me safe! I can beat all of them in less than five seconds. I was one of the best fighters in the British army. I had picked up many skills very fast ever since I started training at 13. My eyes are always calculating my appointments next move.

That is when he stepped up onto his ship's railing and put down a plank and began slowly moving towards my ship.

He was tall. Easily six feet. He had muscles you could see through his patriot scrubs (as I call them) and dark, longish black hair. His jawline was chiseled and his eyes…not emerald green like most people with green eyes would have, but these…these were sea green and captivating. He was overall very handsome.

I was too busy staring at this boy to notice the other people fan out around him. He looked at his crew of ten, then back at mine. I had 500 men in my crew. He looked at his crew again smirking slightly and when he turned back around, that is when it all went to Hades.

A/N: *Hides behind beanbag chair* I hope this wasn't too bad oh gosh! Please review and let me know what you think that would be great! I can't wait to go on this amazing journey with you guys!

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