Well hello again! Before I start with the story, I would like to thank my one reviewer! Don't worry, they ARE demigods, I'm just not sure how to portray that yet. Enough with that, and on to the disclaimer! This time, I have another special person doing it! No, sadly, it's not me.

Percy: *grumbles* Why do I have to do this again?

Me: Because I want you to! Now hurry up and get on with it.

Percy: PandaBearPotter does not own PJO or HoO, for if she did, then we all would have died horrible deaths thanks to her amateur writing abilities.

Me: Hey!

Chapter Two

As soon as I regain consciousness, I know something isn't right. The ground is swaying beneath my body, like I'm at sea, on a ship. But that's impossible.

And then the memories come flooding back.

Unintentionally, I crack an eye open. I am in fact on a ship, and there are three people standing over me: a blonde boy, with shocking blue eyes, a boy with messy raven hair and sea-green eyes, and-I struggle to hold in a gasp-Luke. He's wearing the same type of slightly ragged pirate-ish clothing that I found him in when I was 13. For some reason, the memory plays through my brain:

My blonde curls loose and my grey eyes shining with tears, I was running towards the shore at full speed. I had just been told that I was engaged to some prince that I didn't even know. Somewhere in my brain I knew I was being foolish: I wouldn't survive a day alone in the wild, but that didn't stop me. When I got to the water's edge, I stared out at the sea, wishing that something or someone would emerge out of the waves to change my horrid, arranged life. Little did I know that my wish was going to be granted.

The water lapped at my feet, warmer than usual. A bright summer sun hung overhead, illuminating the day. Then I saw the figure emerging from the sea. It was a man, older than me, wet and bedraggled. His eyes found me, and he croaked out one word before sprawling unconscious on the sand: "Help."

My eyes widened. Even though I was only 13, I knew I had to help this man. Running towards him, I took in his features: close-cropped sandy blonde hair and I remembered seeing blue in his eyes as he spoke to me.

Taking his wet hand in mine, I started dragging him up to the palace; I didn't want to return, but for the sake of this man I knew I had to.

He was heavy, a deadweight. I was able to get him a few yards away from the sea before I knew I had to the sensible thing.

"HELP!" My voice rang out across the beach. I hoped a sailor, or at least someone from the palace would hear my call.

"HELP!" I called again. "HELP! I NEED HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

After a few more calls in vain, I began dragging him again, yelling for help all the while. Before I knew it, palace guards began running over; finally, someone had heard me!

"We'll take him from here, Princess," a guard told me. "Go on ahead, your mother is worried."

I looked into the guards eyes, and saw concern for me, but a poorly concealed disdain for the man he now held.

"Don't hurt him, and make sure he gets proper care from the palace doctor. I want to be notified when he awakens," and then, as an afterthought, I added "That's an order."

The guard saluted me as I ran back home.

The next day, the man had awakened. We became acquainted with each other: He was a sailor named Luke who had gotten lost at sea; I told him I was Annabeth, the Princess of Crete, and I had been escaping palace life when I found him.

We got along very well, and became close friends. He was given a room at the palace and a job fishing, and we had been nearly inseparable until that dreadful day; which, actually, was today.

"Sleeping Beauty is awake!" Exclaims the raven-haired boy. Now, the blonde speaks.

"My name is Jason, the captain, this is Percy, the first mate, and this is Luke, second mate, whom you probably already know since you spent the past three years of your life with him."

I shakily get to my feet, and anger suddenly rushes through me.

"I don't care who you are! Take me back home! Right now! As Princess of Crete, I demand you take me back, and that's an order!" I yell. Then, I turn on Luke. More anger surges throughout me, though this time, all directed at him.

"If you were ever my friend, take me back! I have a life awaiting me: a kingdom, a family, a destiny, a fiancé!" A thought occurs. In a quieter tone, I add "Maybe not of my choosing, but I still had a life, and I won't let you take it away."

A boy named Will Solace showed me to my quarters, which were a lot nicer than I expected me being a prisoner and all. There was a small but fairly comfortable bed, a chest for clothes (fully stocked), and a smaller bathroom area with a mirror.

Examining myself in the mirror, I noticed that tangled in my hair was the small silver tiara from brunch, which I carefully removed, my once-beautiful dress was ripped, and that my makeup was horribly smeared.

After washing my face, brushing my hair, and changing into a fresh (but a little loose) white button-down shirt and tight but comfortable black pants, I examined myself again. I looked presentable, but there seemed to be something missing.

I don't know what drove me to do this, but I fastened the little tiara in my hair, almost like a reminder to the residents of the ship and myself who I really was.

Taking one last quick glance at my room, I headed out onto the ship to, well, simply put, explore.

After four detours (all in the small library), three panic attacks (I thought I was lost), two awkward moments (how was I supposed to know which doors led to peoples chambers?), and one angry yelling session (with Luke), I had toured the interior of the ship, and now I was touring the deck.

There was nothing really extraordinary, except for the figurehead, which was a moving and almost alive bronze dragon. A short Latino guy named Leo Valdez was manning the ship at the helm, and he said that the dragon's name was Festus.

"So, you have a bronze dragon that's name means Happy in Latin," I said, fairly unimpressed.

"Something wrong with that, Princess?" He replied with a mock bow.

I left and returned to the library after that encounter, but it was hard to read with my dyslexia. The raven haired boy whose name I think was Percy came in and tried to read too, but left very soon after muttering something about stupid dyslexia.

It was strange; Luke, Percy, and I all had dyslexia.

A few hours late, the blonde, Jason, came in.

"I'll show you to dinner if you'd like any, Annabeth," he said, concern evident in his blue eyes.

"Princess Annabeth to you," I sniped. I knew it was rude, but they had captured me and dragged me out to sea, for heaven's sake! In my opinion, they deserved it.

Jason looked at me and said, "Annabeth, on this ship, your title earns you nothing; no respect, no special treatment. We will treat you with the respect of any other crew member, until we get the ransom and set you free."

"Oh, so you're only in it for the money?" I practically screamed at him. "That thought is so vile I wouldn't be able to keep dinner down if I ate any." Snarling, I stormed past him, and back to my room.

It was late at night and I was starving, no, famished. I was deeply regretting not eating anything, but wow it had felt good storming away down the hallways, with Jason following, and slamming my door in his face.

Just as I was about to go in search for food, someone knocked at my door and softly called "Annabeth?"

Percy.

"Come in," I said, sighing.

He looked at me with those sea-green eyes full of concern, and gods of Olympus he looked like a cute baby seal.

"I brought you some food; I figured you were hungry," he said.

I didn't say anything, but my grey eyes must have betrayed my gratitude. Percy unwrapped a warm roll and some fruit from a napkin.

"Sorry, it was all I could get," he apologized.

After devouring my food, I looked him in the eye and said, "At least there's someone halfway decent on this ship."

Percy offered a lopsided grin, and then sat on the edge of my bed. I joined him.

"I have something to tell you, but you might think I'm insane," he had a bitter tone to his voice, like this had happened to him before.

"Shoot," I replied.

He got to the point quickly. "On this ship, we're all descended from the Greek or Roman gods. Basically, we're demigods. And the Greek and Roman myths and gods? They're all real."

My mind was whirring: I knew that the gods were real, but all these people; demigods? Slightly doubtful. But instead of voicing my doubts, I asked a question: "Who's your parent?"

Percy smiled. "My dad's Poseidon."

"What about Jason, Leo, Luke, and Will?"

"Jason is Zeus, Leo's Hephaestus, Luke's Hermes, and Will's Apollo. I know this might be a lot, but I have one more thing," Percy looked troubled.

"Okay, what is it? I think I'll be able to cope," I replied, somewhat uncertainly.

Percy took a deep breath. "Annabeth, you know how I said everyone on this ship is a demigod? You're a demigod too."

DUN DUN DUUUUUN! Suspense! Sorry for the time it took to update. I just want to take one more second to thank all the people that followed/favorited me as an author and Sea. I was going through my email and there were like, 10 messages from FanFiction! So thank you! Also, take the little bit of time it takes to write a review to tell me what you think! PM or review any questions!

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