A/N. We got reviews!

"a good start, some minor edits necessary but which new story doesnt have those

cant wait to see how this story goes, the premise looks good and i havent really seen something as similar to this before

keep up the good work :D"- Marius Tiberius Black

Glad you seem to enjoy it. I have seen some Pirate AU's, but they are always Percabeth, and they also have different plots than the one I have in store. I will certainly continue my work.

"Good start. Love the idea cat wait for next chapter"- Icefire99

I'm glad you like it! I am certainly excited to take you all on this journey with me. Here's the next part.

"Please continue"- jtartd1628

Will do. Here's another chapter.

Chapter Two

Zoë loved the library. Between dodging her suitors and her duties, it was the perfect place to hide. That and the woods near her house. Being the daughter of the governor, who himself was the nephew of the King of England, she had a lot of both, both being responsibilities and suitors. Well, mainly the second one. Sure, she had responsibilities, but she didn't mind those all too much. Hiding just came with the bonus of avoiding them.

The suitors, on the other hand, she had way too many. Being the daughter of the daughter of the governor made her prime picking for getting in good standing with the governor. Her looks didn't deter them away, sadly.

So, the library it was. It started off when she realized that nobody in all of Port Othrys actually read. Most of the people were far more worried with being raided by pirates and shipping out different goods to actually read and things. Which was fair, good reasons not to read.

But because of this, the library was pretty small, with only a small selection of books. Almost every book was a diary from the crew among different ships. Some being merchant ships, and others, pirates.

And it was the last ones that Zoë found most interesting. Pirates had what she wanted: freedom. They were outlaws. Laws didn't apply to them, but they also didn't protect them. They relied on themselves and their crewmates to protect each other.

But what she also found interesting, was that, between being a merchant sailor or a pirate, being a pirate was the better option. Everything on a pirate ship was decided democratically. They voted on everything—where to go, who was captain, and things of that sort. It was why mutinies worked so well. Pirates actually got paid fairly, unlike the crew on a merchant ship. They got compensation for injuries, getting limb replacements should they lose one.

One thing all pirates had noted at least once in their journals, was a pirate they all looked up to. They described him as a young teen, with a small crew and ship. Identifiable by the trident tattooed on his left wrist. No one knew what he looked like outside of that, saying that he left no survivors.

Zoë shut the journal she was reading and put it back on the shelf. She turned to gather her things when the door to the library opened swiftly. A man ran in as Zoë ducked behind a bookshelf. She separated two books to make a crack she could look through.

"Ms. Chase!" The man said to the librarian who was sitting at her desk.

She looked up from her desk and at the man. "Yes sir?"

"Have you seen the governor's daughter? Her father is looking for her. She has some urgent business to attend to."

Zoë cursed quietly. Language she would be reprimanded for if her father heard her using it.

"I have not." Ms. Chase said.

"Well, if you do, let her know." He said, running out of the shop.

Zoë came out from behind the bookshelf. She nodded to the librarian and walked out into the deserted street. The guy from before must've ran into another shop because she didn't see him. She was wearing 'commoner's" clothing, so hopefully that would disguise her a little bit. That was a useless wish. She was one of the only women in Othrys with darker skin. They would recognize her from a mile away.

She hurried to her house. It was up the ways, close to the forest. She turned onto the paved road that led to her door. She didn't go in through the front door, as that would probably lead to her being caught. She went around back, where a window that led to her room was. She had left the house through that way, leaving the window unlocked for her return.

She reached the window and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Someone must've locked it while she was out. She peered through the window. The drapes were open, allowing her to see into her room.

One of her handmaidens, Atlanta, was in the room, cleaning the room. Zoë knocked on the window. Atlanta turned to look at the mirror and saw Zoë outside of the house. She hurried to the window and unlocked it. Zoë lifted the window open and crawled into her room.

She landed on her back and let out a pained grunt. She stood up and faced Atlanta.

"Lady Zoë, what were you doing? Your father has been looking for you everywhere!"

"I was… off doing things." Zoë said. She took off her shirt and walked over to her closet and picked out a shift. She took off her pants and slipped the shift on. The flowing fabric went down to below her knees. "What does my father want?"

"I believe another suitor has come for your hand."

Zoë rolled her eyes. "When will he learn?" She muttered to herself.

"What was that?" Atlanta asked.

"Nothing."

Zoë picked out a corset and put it on. She threw on a dress and turned around. "How do I look?" She asked.

"Presentable."

"Damn." Zoë said. "I'll be back in a minute."

Zoë left the room and walked through the halls. The bottom of the dress dragged along the floor, but she didn't care enough to pick it up. She knew that whatever suitor had come to drag her away, she was going to say no.

She knew from the many previous times she had been courted, that her father and suitor would be waiting in the main ballroom. Her shoes clicked on the tile flooring as she reached the main ballroom in the middle of the house. She pushed open the wooden doors to enter the large ballroom.

On the opposite side of the room, there was a stage, where her father sat with the man she assumed to be her suitor. Though he was sitting, she could tell he was tall. He was wearing a blue coat wrapped around a plain white shirt. He had black hair, like the feathers of a raven.

As Zoë approached, she noticed more details about him. His eyes were the color of the Caribbean Sea. They sparkled, but not with joy. They had the shine of a predator looking at their prey. She instantly felt uncomfortable with him.

Her father, Governor Atlas Nightshade, rose from his seat. He clasped his hands together. "My daughter."

Zoë stopped before the stage. She looked up at her father with a bored expression. "Must we go through with these formalities? We all know I'm going to say no."

"Orion, please give us a few minutes."

Orion nodded and stepped down from the stage. He approached Zoë and gently grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his face and kissed it, before putting it back down and walking out of the ballroom. The sound of the door closing emptied throughout the almost empty room.

"Zoë, why must you make this so difficult. You're turning twenty-one this year. You have to get married soon."

"I don't want to marry some rich asshole." Zoë said. "I want to find someone in my own time."

"What? Some commoner? No. We're royalty, related to the king himself!" Atlas said in disbelief. "I didn't want to tell you this, but I have to now. I've arranged for you to marry Orion. We will be announcing it at a ball in one week."

Zoë felt herself go numb.

LINE BREAK

"LAND HO!" Luke yelled across the deck.

"I can see that, Luke!" Percy yelled back from the helm. He turned the wheel a little bit to turn into Santo Domingo. The dock was a tight fit, and he would have to be careful not to scratch the side of the Andromeda.

"Raise sails!" Percy yelled. The sails raised, thanks to Ethan.

Percy navigated into the dock. "Drop anchor!"

Alabaster and Luke unfastened the anchors and dropped them. Tha anchors fell to the seafloor and dug into the sand. The ship came to an abrupt halt.

Ethan put down the gangplank and waited for Percy. The Captain came down from the poop deck and walked down the gangplank. He set foot on the dock and looked around. A man came up to him, holding a book and quill.

"May I have your name, the name of your ship, and your purpose for being here?" The man asked.

"How about I give you five shillings and we keep this off the books." Percy said, pulling a little pouch out of his pocket.

The man hesitated. He reached out and took the pouch. "I hope you enjoy your day, Mr. Smith."

"Will do." Percy said, smiling. He watched the man walk away and turned to his crew who were watching from the ship. They walked down the gangplank and stepped onto the dock.

"Percy, you son of a bitch." Luke said, smiling. "Don't know how you do it."

"It's my charming, good looks. Now, down to business. Thirty minutes, meet back here, then we divvy up the shares. Got it?"

The crew nodded. Percy nodded in response and turned around. Together, they walked into the town to steal, pillage, and have fun.

LINE BREAK

Percy instantly went for the luxury shops. They were easy to steal from and gave back the most profit when he would sell them at another port for more money. It was a longer process, but it yielded more money for him and the crew. Even just his share of it made him more than the coins the others stole.

He entered the shop and looked around. No one was in sight, no customers, no shop owner, no one. Percy innocently started to look around. He saw a golden timepiece laying on a table. He picked it up and studied it.

The back of the watch was gold with a glass face showing the face. The long hand moved, showing the seconds that passed as he examined the watch. Percy pocketed the watch, checking to make sure no one was in the room with him.

He moved to the next table. The table was covered in a bunch of jewelry. Bracelets, earrings, rings, the table had them all. Percy decided that they would all do and picked up a handful and stuck them in his pocket. By the time he was done, his pockets couldn't hold anymore.

"Is someone there?" A voice called out from the back of the shop.

Percy stilled and looked to the back of the shop. "Uh, yes sir."

A man emerged from the back of the shop. He was short, plump, wearing a powdered wig, and expensive clothes. He approached Percy. "How may I help you?"

Percy froze. He didn't see anyone, so he wasn't expecting someone to actually show up. He was now in a serious predicament. If he left in a hurry, he would seem suspicious, but how could he entertain the shopkeeper while being able to get away? Percy's mouth dried. He opened it to try to moisten it, but he found a lie forcing itself out of his mouth.

"I'm looking for a ring. I plan to propose to my woman, and I require a ring of absolute magnificence. She has no taste for cheap things. So, I came here, but I find that you don't carry rings."

"Nonsense!" The shopkeeper laughed. "I have the finest jewelry in my shop. Why, it's right— WHERE'S MY JEWELRY?!"

The shopkeeper ran to the table Percy had just finished cleaning off. "My jewelry! It's all gone."

"I don't presume someone bought it all then?" Percy asked.

"Of course not. Otherwise, I would know that I had none. But now, I am out of my most valuable revenue!"

"Well, that is unfortunate." Percy said. "I however, need to find the perfect ring, and must be in my way. Good day to you sir."

Percy started to walk out; the shopkeeper left in shock at his missing inventory. Percy opened the door and stepped out into the street. His pockets jingled every time he took a step, but the noise was covered by the noise of the bustling street. He pulled out the golden timepiece, the first thing he stole from the shop. Ten minutes had passed since he had last looked at it. He knew that it took him a while to pocket all of the jewelry, but ten minutes? He would have to start heading back to the ship.

He sighed and started the trek back to the Andromeda. He was excited though. They would head to San Juan and sell all of this. Then, he would set sail for the legendary treasure he was seeking. With the money from his haul, he would finally have enough for him and his crew to head to the starting place of their search.

The resting place of Jason of the Argonauts.

A/N. Alright, chapter two done. So, we got to see what Zoë is up to, which is denying suitors and being anything but the governor's daughter. We met Orion, who is set to be her betrothed. And we also now have a hint about what Percy's big score is. Overall, a pretty boring chapter, but a necessary one to set up the story.

Thoughts?