AN: OH WOW. I am absolutely floored by the response to this story! I am so, so unbelievably excited for it, and for you guys to read it. Sophii (Blackjacktheboss) had the original Pirate AU and she has very generously allowed me to take it and run with it. If you're not, follow her on Tumblr! And me, if you'd like, at Wavyally ;)

Enjoy this next chapter, which is all Annabeth (can I get an Amen?)

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO or Pirates of The Caribbean.

Now, off to reading you naughty, scurvy dogs 3

CHAPTER 2- STRANGER TIDES

Princess Annabeth Chase was going to be in so much trouble if someone found her in Professor Chiron's quarters, but she couldn't help herself. A real battle with real pirates was happening and Professor Chiron had the best view of the open water battle.

The battle had not lasted long, much to Annabeth's annoyance. Just a few cannon shots at the enemy ship and it was up in flames. The sight of the burning, sinking ship was horrible, but mother always said pirates were the lowest scum. They were dangerous and killers. Annabeth never disagreed and never argued with mother. Annabeth wanted to be on top deck, she wanted to be where the fight was and not locked away, but she knew mother wouldn't want that. Mother and father said that Annabeth was to be a scholar before she was to be Queen, and scholars did not bother themselves with that of soldiers and battles.

Annabeth watched from below as the battle raged and died in a heap of shouts and smoke. Bored and near anger, Annabeth decided what mother and father did not know would not hurt them. Annabeth ran out of the quarters excited, even if the only sight of battle she'd were its ruins. Once on top deck, Annabeth made sure to keep to the side rails and out of the way, but now Annabeth wasn't sure how long she'd actually stay on top deck. The battle remains were disappointing and boring. All Annabeth could see was charred rope, sinking cannons, and driftwood, the ship itself already sinking to bottom of the sea.

With her chin in her hand and her other hand twirling a curl, Annabeth found herself wanting more. She wanted to see more, do more, and- "Annabeth!" Annabeth didn't turn around as her Professor called out for her.

"Annabeth! I am so taken aback by your behavior! You were deliberately told to stay in your quarters!" Professor Chiron was now beside her, and beside himself. He looked to be angry, shocked even, but as Chiron was the only one to call her by her name and not princess as everyone else did, Annabeth was the only one who could see through Professor Chiron's bluffs.

Annabeth shielded her eyes from the sun with a hand as she squinted up at her professor. "No you're not."

Professor Chiron widened his eyes at Annabeth. They stared at each other for a long moment until Professor Chiron took a long deep breath, as if trying to suck in all the patience he could from the air, then placed a hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "No, I'm not. But, that doesn't mean you should be up here."

Annabeth scrunched her lips tight together and crossed her arms. "But, I'm the princess! I want to be in battle!"

Professor Chiron nodded. "You're right, you are the princess, but you also know your father won't allow that. His princess is to wield a pen, not a sword."

Annabeth huffed and turned her eyes back to the sea. "I'm nobody's princess," she muttered.

Professor Chiorin shook his head and lightly chuckled. "I must have a word with Lieutenant Luke Castellan, then you and I will go back to my quarters and have a game of chess, would that be alright?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes until the mention of Lieutenant Luke Castellan had her blushing and standing straight. Annabeth turned and watched as Professor Chiron walked towards Luke. Luke was tall, strong, and six years older than herself, which meant he was completely off limits to Annabeth. But, that didn't mean Annabeth couldn't stare a little longer than she was supposed to, or giggle every time he looked at her. Of course, Luke would only ever see Annabeth as the "little princess" that everyone else saw. No one wanted to know Annabeth just for being Annabeth, and that made her very lonely indeed.

Annabeth turned back to the water. She closed her eyes and listen to the sound of waves lapping against the ship, trying to will herself to feel less lonely in the world. But, with the horizon stretching on forever with a never ending sea, the world felt too big for Annabeth. There was a hard knocking sound that suddenly get colliding with the side of the ship; Annabeth carefully peered over the edge of the ship sill, and there she saw a piece of driftwood carrying an unconscious boy, colliding with the side of the ship.

Annabeth gasped and slammed her hands against the sill. "Chiron!" Annabeth shouted as she pointed down at the boy in the water. "Chiron! Chiron! Chiron!"

Annabeth spun around and ran towards Professor Chiron, shouting out his name. Every sailor moved from her path, bowing as they did so. Annabeth hated when they did that, and now she had gotten the attention of every sailor on deck. Including Luke. Annabeth smoothed down the front of her dress and steeled herself. She would not act a fool, she thought to herself, she was a princess! She marched to where Professor Chiron and Luke were hunched over a table, and as Annabeth neared she saw it was a map they bent over, moving pieces and marking out spots on the map. Annabeth, ever the studious girl she was, knew those were battle maps. But why?

Annabeth could see how irritated Professor Chiron was. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed at Luke, who only smirked as Professor Chiron whispered what sounded like harsh matters back at Luke. Annabeth wanted to know more, but her presence had now become known. Luke smiled as he saw Annabeth and bowed; Chiron turned to her and looked thoroughly annoyed.

"What are you up to, young lady?" Chiron went to Annabeth, steering her away from the table, but Annabeth strained her neck to look back at the map. What could it possibly be? The farther Professor Chiron steered Annabeth away, the less she could make out of the map, which made her remember the boy on the driftwood.

"There's a boy overboard!" Annabeth exclaimed. She took Chiron's hand and ushered him to where she had seen the boy, but when she looked overboard, the boy on the driftwood was nowhere to be seen.

"Annabeth," Professor Chiron said softly, "Are you sure-"

Annabeth interrupted him as she had caught sight of the boy. "There, there!" Annabeth shouted, and pointed to the boy as the driftwood was floating away.

Professor Chiron's eyes widened as his jaw slacked. Annabeth had the feeling her Professor didn't believe her, but she was filled with smug satisfaction to be correct. "Bring him aboard!" Professor Chiron demanded, waving for a rope. "Throw a line!"

"Sir," Luke came up behind Professor Chiron, a hesitant look on his face. "This boy is most likely a pirate. Do you really command us to bring a pirate on board?"

Annabeth glared at Luke. Why would he say such a thing? Chiron seemed to agree with Annabeth's silent thoughts. "He is just a boy. Bring him aboard."

Luke's jaw clenched. He looked to Annabeth and she glared her eyes at him. Cute or not, he wasn't going to let the boy be lost at sea if Annabeth had anything to say about the matter. Luke seemed to shift on his feet as Annabeth glared at him. He nodded then, and shed his coat and hat, handing them to man next to him. Luke climbed onto the ledge of the ship and dove into the water.

Again, Annabeth smirked with satisfaction of getting what she wanted. She may be only twelve year old, but she was learning that she could command any towering man. Annabeth watched as Luke swam towards the fading driftwood. The waves were getting violent, and Luke's head disappeared underneath the waves for minutes on end, rendering Annabeth doubtful. With one last hard stroke, Luke had fnially caught the driftwood. He threw himself onto it and held onto the boy.

"Cast a line!" Luke called out, but his words were nearly impossible to make out over the waves.

"What did he say?" A sailor said behind Annabeth.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and stomped her foot. "A line! Cast a line, you idiots!"

The sailors scoffed in surprise. Even Annabeth was shocked by her tone. Annabeth cleared her throat in embarrassment and turned back to where Luke was trying to steer the driftwood towards the ship. Professor Chiron took the rope from one of the men and flung it towards Luke. The rope fell short, making Luke swim harder towards the rope, but eventually, he was able to tie the rope around the boy.

"Heave!" Chiron shouted, and then the men began to lift the boy out of the water and onto the deck, Luke climbing the rails over the ship.

The boy flopped onto the deck like a soaked sack and everyone waited for him to move, breath, anything. The boy was motionless. Annabeth stood off to the side, frozen in fear that the boy could be dead.

"Move!" Luke shoved his way through the forming crowd. He was soaked and his uniform was no doubt ruined. Luke knelt by the boy and slammed his fist over the boy's chest. Annabeth gasped but the boy was coughing up nearly half the sea onto the deck and everyone cheered.

The boy was gasping for air like he had never breathed in his life. He was clutching at his chest, his eyes wildly looking around. Professor Chiron knelt and put a reassuring hand on the boy's head.

"You're safe," Professor Chiron said, gently. "What's your name?"

The boy was breathing heavily, still looking around in a panic. Annabeth noticed he had the greenest eyes she'd ever seen.

"Percy. My name is Percy Jackson." Then, he passed out again. Percy's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went limp into Professor Chiron's arms. What a bore, Annabeth thought to herself.

"The boy needs rest," Professor Chiron announced to the crew. "Annabeth, follow me. You will watch over him until we dock."

Now that, Annabeth, was a job worth her excitement. She nodded excitedly and followed Professor Chiron closely. They went to the lower decks and Annabeth knew they were taking Percy Jackson into Professor Chiron's personal quarters. Annabeth opened the door and Chiron gently laid Percy on the bed.

"When he wakes, send for me immediately, will you darling?"

Annabeth hadn't heard Chiron speak so gently since their last lesson at home. Maybe sea travel was not as kind to him as it were to her. But, Annabeth noticed the softness in Chiron's eyes as he looked at the sleeping boy. Annabeth would never say so aloud, but she would assume that Chiron recognized Percy Jackson, even though Annabeth knew this to be impossible. Chiron stood and affectionately kissed the top of Annabeth's head. As she watched him leave, she noticed the stiffness in his shoulders. Annabeth shook the thoughts away. Chiron could not possibly know this Percy Jackson. It was impossible.

As Annabeth pulled on the blanket to cover Percy, she felt something sharp poke at her head. "Ouch," Annabeth jerked her hand away, but then peered closer to the jutted out charm that hid underneath Percy's shirt. Annabeth looked once at Percy then back to whatever this charm was. It was obvious it was part of some necklace. Annabeth held her breath as she reached for it, taking it from underneath his shirt, looking back to Percy ever time he stirred. Once Annabeth had successfully taken the necklace off, sat on the chair next to the bed and studied it. The charm was simple; a trident no longer than the length of her palm, but the longer Annabeth studied it, the more she knew this charm was no simple thing. It was a pirate mark.

Annabeth looked to Percy in awe. "You are a pirate!"

Annabeth then studied Percy's face. He didn't look like a killer, which is what her parents always said pirates were. His tan skin and freckled nose made him look only young and small, not dangerous. Annabeth looked from the trident to Percy several times until she hung the chain around her own neck and hid the trident from sight.

"No one will know," she whispered. "No one will know."

….

Percy dreamed of his mother. He dreamed of the beach they walked every day, and her voice, singing his favorite song. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

In his dream, Percy was underwater. He was sinking aimlessly, lower and lower. The water seemed to move with him, call to him. Sing to him. But, he felt like his chest was burning, like he had been holding his breath too long. Why was he holding his breath?

Percy's eyes shot open as he gasped for air. He bolted upright and looked for anything familiar, but he had no idea where he was.

"You're okay." Someone had said beside him.

Percy spun his head and saw a girl sitting next to his bead. She had a book in her hands and stormy grey eyes that glared at him.

"You're supposed to be resting," She closed her book with a slam and stood. She handed him a glass and Percy gratefully took it, savoring his first drink in days that wasn't Rum. "I'm Annabeth," the girl said. "And you drool in your sleep."

And there it is, chapter 2. If you're feeling generous, go ahead and show some love to POTM- it fuels my creative juices.

Hasta la proxima! (Until next time)

-Wavyally