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Percy heard gasping and sputtering around him and he opened his eyes to see that he and two more bodies were floating in the ocean. He wasn't even really worried, but one of the two people was flailing around like they were drowning.
Percy willed the current to keep whoever it was up and once a head popped up he saw that it was Conner. The other person, he realized next, was Clarisse. "Dude, I won't let you drown just calm down!" the son of the sea hissed as he effortlessly treaded water. Conner agreed and Clarisse rolled her eyes.
"What did you do this time Prissy?" she asked, but most of her malice was directed at her rather horrible treading. "I didn't do this!" Percy exclaimed and the daughter of Ares snorted, though she automatically doing so as she got water in her nose.
"We go from a quiet place to the middle of the ocean- its your fault."
Before the two could get into an all out insult war, Conner interrupted. "Hey guys, but I think I have a more pressing matter right now."
They turned to face him slowly. "Where are we? What ocean are we in? How'd we get here? How do we get back?" Conner asked quickly and his fellow heroes nodded.
"Well we're in the Atlanti- no Caribbean Sea." Percy gave some thought as to their latitude and longitude. Before he could voice his findings a shadow fell across them.
The three looked up at a huge ship with ragged black sails as it slowly ambled by. Its building and such reminded Percy of ancient ships from way back when. A tan man with a three-cornered had perched atop black dreads that looked raggedy leaned over the railing and looked down at them.
"And who would you three laddies be?" he asked and a glare from Percy stopped the female 'laddie' from replying harshly.
"We're lost." Percy replied and the man snorted. "Well you've got that right mate. Wouldya like us to help you out?"
With a large amount of head nodding and shouting, the man with the funky hat got the three of them aboard. Percy took in the dirty, sweaty men around him and all of the old fashioned rigging. "Guys, I think we went back in time." He whispered to his fellow demigods and the same scraggly man stuck his head in their little circle of whispers.
"What now?"
Conner yelped and fell on his behind onto the deck. Percy glared at the man before him and ignored the weapons that were being pointed at him. "None of your business."
"My ship, makes it my business. Something about time and backs now?" The man's own sword was pointing directly at Percy's throat. It was made of steel- Ankalusmos wouldn't be able to counter it. The sixteen year old boy stood his ground and made a split second choice.
"What year is it?" he asked, and was only partly shocked when the answer was hundreds of years in the past. "Well, its like this Captain Crunch-" Conner snorted this time and a few pointy weapons turned on him, "the three of us are from a few hundred years in the future and such and now we're stuck. Um, the three of us would love to stay and chat but we need to seriously make port or something so we can find out if anyone else from our time ended up here."
Hat man laughed and shook his head. "Boy, that sounds crazier than something I would make up when I'm drunk. I'm not making port on something as stupid and half arsed as that story."
Clarisse almost attacked him but a glance from Percy quelled her anger for a second. The boy smirked and laughed with the man. "Well then sir, I guess we'll just have to take your ship."
The man stopped laughing and his dark eyes became dangerous. "And how'd you suppose you'll go about doing that now?" he growled and Percy's smirk turned into a full fledged grin.
Suddenly all of the loose ropes wrapped themselves around the crew members and suspended them all upside down in the air. The man's hat fell off and his ragged bandana was revealed. "Lemme go!" he hollered angrily and the black haired boy shook his head no.
"Fine! We'll take you to a port!" the man eventually agreed, after he cursed Percy with a rather extensive vocabulary. Once his feet were on the deck, the man snatched up his hat and stood face to face with Percy.
"How'd you do that?"
Percy traded looks with Conner and Clarisse and they came to a silent agreement. "I'm a son of Poseidon, she's a daughter of Ares, and he's a son of Hermes."
Another scraggly man marched up and whispered something in the first man's ear. After a few minutes of nodding, they broke apart. "Fine. What are ya names then? I can't be callin ya names the whole time now can I?"
Percy's eyebrows rose as he eyed the fatter, older second man suspiciously. What had he said to convince the hat guy that they were telling the truth?
"I'm Percy Jackson, the dude with his butt on the deck is Conner Stoll, and the girl who looks like she's about to rip somebody's head off is Clarisse La Rue."
Hat man nodded and stuck out a dirty hand for Percy to shake. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, this," he pointed to the second man, "is Gibbs, and you're on my ship, the Black Pearl.
~Meanwhile~
Nico and Travis thumped loudly onto a wooden floor that shifted back and forth. The son of Hades grunted and stood up quickly, readying himself for a fight. Years alone had drilled the expectation of danger so deep into him that he reacted with action before surprise.
Travis was a bit slower on the uptake. He sat up slowly and started muttering curses under his breath. A moment later the son of Hermes groaned as his younger companion kicked him.
"Shut up Travis! We're on some sort of old fashioned ship somewhere." Nico hissed angrily and Travis glared at him. "Why should I shut up?" he muttered back and a scathing look from the other boy convinced him to shut up.
But even total silence couldn't have helped them. Two men phased out of the hull behind the two and snatched them. The two teenagers were dragged up to the top deck and presented to a man who seemed to be the captain.
The man was tanned and his billowy shirt parted on the chest to show a long, slightly ragged scar right over his heart. His brown hair was bound underneath a bandana and his beard was short and trimmed. The man's dark eyes bore deep into Travis, and the sixteen year old felt a deep fear.
His counterpart, who was, as mentioned before, only thirteen, on the other hand, wasn't fazed by the man's gaze. In fact, Nico matched the man's calm look with his obsidian eyes.
Nico sensed death all around him, but these spirits were more or less content so far. The man before them most certainly had the whole 'died-and-came-back' aura to him. Everything around the teenager screamed old, and Nico came to the conclusion that they must have time traveled. "Who are you two and how did you come to be aboard my ship?" the man asked and the younger of the two answered.
"Who we are is our own business, and as for how we came aboard, we don't know. We were just in a room with some of our friends when we ended up here."
Travis opened his mouth to say something but a glance from his friend told him to shut his mouth. "I will only ask once more. You two look young, it would be a shame to have to do something drastic. Who are you, where are you from, and why are you wearing those odd clothes?" the man replied, and his eyes hardened slightly.
"Don't threaten me." Nico said darkly, and the air took on a heavy pallor and the temperature dropped rapidly. The boy started to radiate death and for the first time the man noticed the black, glowing sword hanging at the child's hip.
"Please tell us." The man amended quickly as the shadows around them started to shimmy and shake ominously. He nodded to the two men to release the boys and Travis stared in awe of the younger boy.
"I am Nico di Angelo and he is Travis Stoll. We're from the future, and that's why we are wearing these 'odd' clothes."
"How did you make those odd things happen?"
Nico looked at Travis and the older boy gestured for him to take the lead here. In Travis's eyes, Nico was much scarier than himself, and therefore more likely to be believed.
"I am a son of Hades and Travis is a son of Hermes." The man's eyes widened and then narrowed.
"Calypso didn't send you to check up on me did she?" he asked suspiciously and Nico's eyebrows rose. "Why in the world would a titan send us to watch you? As far as I know, she's still trapped on an unfindable island somewhere in this time."
Now it was the man's turn to be skeptical. "Whatever you say kid. Do you have any idea how you ended up here?"
The two boys traded looks. They both had heard and Nico had seen Percy break the glass by accident and touch that piece of jewelry. "Somewhat. I think our friends might be here somewhere though. By the way, who are YOU and where are we?" Travis finally spoke and the man turned to look at the elder boy.
"My name is William Turner and you are on the Flying Dutchman."
A/N: And here's the next chapter, which did not take very long. To my only reviewer;
Phantress222014: … um, ok? I suppose that was a surprising cliffie then…
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Percy: you have got to be kidding me. Where exactly did you send me!?
Nico: At least you're on a ship that isn't inhabited by my father's sailors
Me: Actually, they aren't your father's, they're Calypso's.
Percy: You officially have lost it.
Jack: What was your first clue mate?
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