A large Grimm Serpent floated on the water lazily, no land in sight. Ships rarely came out this far into the ocean - they stuck to certain paths between the continents to avoid confrontation with Grimm as best as they could. If he was closer to those paths, he'd normally stick to underwater, but he instinctively enjoyed being in the sun, so unless he got hungry, he avoided the busy areas.

Therefore, he was surprised when he heard started hearing an increase in noise, as well as sensing a source of negativity. Annoyance mostly, a dash of exasperation, small bits of panic...

After rousing himself from his nap, he looked around and was surprised to see a large ship with several masts speed by in the distance. It wasn't nearly as large as some of the cargo vessels that it had attacked before, but it was bigger than many of the ships that usually carried people.

What was even more intriguing is the speed of the ship. He could see from the sails that they were straining at the masts, and the ship itself was going far faster than he would expect. Yet, when he sensed the wind himself, he could only feel a small breeze...

Behind them, it could sense a very large Grimm chasing them underwater, managing to just barely keep up with the ship.

Giving into curiosity, it dove down, then leapt out of the water and spread its wings, going after the strange vessel.

"Push those winds faster you lazy Archer!"

"Any more power and the ship will be torn apart you crazy Rider!"

"HA! I know my ship better than you do oaf, and she's got plenty more to give!"

"Oh, and that's why I hear the masts cracking then, is it vlakas?!"

In the middle of the normally calm ocean, in a stretch that usually only held Grimm, two voices could barely be heard over the sound of roaring wind, their vessel being propelled quickly through the waves by a strong wind.

"Hah! That's just them getting a good stretch in! But if you don't want to give us more speed, why don't you help us navigate to land so I don't have to constantly use my Noble Phantasm, eh?"

"Don't start that again! I'm also constantly using my Noble Phantasm, and you know very well that it's impossible to navigate properly!"

"Not that we haven't tried", he muttered to himself. "The stars are all different here, and even though we've got a map of the world in our heads, if we don't know where we are that doesn't exactly help us! We don't even know if the sun rises in the east and sets in the west!"

For somebody like him, after all that he had experienced, being lost like this was bringing back some terrible memories. Not that he intended to share that with her

"Oh big whoop, all you're doing is standing there holding a bag you pansy! I have to control the entire ship and - STARBOARD INCOMING!"

The rigging and the sails adjusted automatically, and he quickly directed the wind as best as he could, the ship started making a lot of uncomfortable noises. But it shifted just in time to avoid a blast of lightning from a flying serpent that had joined them.

He groaned, "So not only do we have some kind of giant creature chasing us" he looks at the tail and dorsal fin of the creature underwater, them being the only part visible of the thing. "We also have a Sea Feilong on our tails. This has turned into a fine summoning indeed!" He griped.

After a second of silence, he looks up at Rider and sees her glaring at him.

"You were slow, and now my ship is damaged!" she growled out at him.

"I was slow?" he said incredulously, "You were the one doing the turning!"

"Belay that! You'll owe me for every hole that my ship suffers by the time we reach port!"

"The ship isn't physical you crazy lady! It's your Noble Phantasm!"

"It's a matter of principle! Your tab begins now!"

"We're both Captains right now, and therefore have the same status! Stop ordering me like this and pay better attention!"

"Well this is my ship, which means that I rank higher than you!"

He growled under his breath. He knew what she was doing of course. They had both been forced to use a trickle of their Noble Phantasms together in order to get away from the Grimm chasing them. It wasn't difficult at first beyond the initial manifestation. However, after several hours of usage when they were already low on power? That trickle became mighty difficult to keep up. The back and forth they were having was a way to distract them from depressing thoughts.

Of course, just because he knew it, didn't mean that he had to like it. In terms of power he probably outranked her, but in terms of usefulness with the current situation, she outranked himself. Once again, not something he intended to tell her.

He distracted himself from the annoying drivel by trying to think of a plan. Once they found land, they would be unable to dock and get away in time. With a Leviathan chasing them under the water, and a Sea Feilong in the air, their odds weren't looking good with the two of them nearing the ends of their ropes.

The Sea Feilong was in the air, and it looked like it was quite happy to stay up there sniping at them, and the Leviathan was content to stay underwater, no doubt waiting to get close so it could destroy the ship while it remained safe beneath the water.

He was pretty sure he could kill the serpent with his bow, even as tired as he was, but he couldn't risk putting away his winds, otherwise the Leviathan would get them. He couldn't think of anything he could do about the Leviathan though, especially since it was currently protected by the water, but Rider might be able to with her Noble Phantasm, so long as they got close enough to land.

He adjusted his grip on his bag, his brow crinkled in thought. They were in bad straights, but he had been in worse. He just needed to think of a way out. He hadn't gained the title of the cleverest of Greeks for no reason after all.

He was Odysseus, the Wanderer, one of the Hero's of Troy, and Hero of the Odyssey. He had survived worse than this, and he would make sure he would be around to survive more.

Rider let out a disappointed breath.

Looked like Archer wasn't paying any more attention. What a shame, now she didn't have anything to distract herself from the aches of keeping her Noble Phantasm up for as long as she had. It didn't hurt per se, but it was a lot like overworking your muscles. While you were tired. And hungry. Since they were only using the bare minimum of them instead of a massive attack, they could extend the time frame.

Ultimately, there was just one problem.

Extending her Noble Phantasm like this ran completely contrary to her own nature!

She groaned in misery. Her life and actions were often compared to that of fireworks. An explosion of light and sound, only to fade away. Where she went, she left nothing behind. Her most valued treasure were of the gold or explosive variety, and she would gather them only to spend it all the next day. Like a Storm, she would sweep through wherever she went.

The King of Storms.

And she now had to use up the barest minimum of her greatest treasure and hold onto it for hours on end.

Archer better compensate me for my willingness to put up with this. She grumbled under her breath.

She straightened as she heard Archer should out "PORT!"

With her mind, she quickly shifted the sails and tightened the ropes as much as she could. She heard Archer groan behind her, and felt the violent winds shift directions, forcing the ship even faster.

Just as they finished, she saw a lightning bolt slam into the water where they used to be, the water bubbling and sizzling.

She turned back and grinned at Archer. "Good news! No damages to the ship, so you don't owe me anything yet!"

She saw him growl something out, but the winds took it away before she heard it.

Snickering to herself, she looked ahead and immediately brightened. "Hey Archer!" She called out, "Looks like the luck of your legend didn't follow us! Land ho!" Or my own skill trumped yours... heh.

In the distance, she could she the barest edges of the shoreline on the horizon, and she gave an eager grin.

She heard Archer shout to her, "Do you really think your ship can handle some more wind? I have a plan, but it requires both to make one large push at the end!"

"Finally!" She shouted back to him. "Of course I'm sure! Time to put everything on the line now!"

And with that, she felt the winds increase, and she felt the straining ropes get on the verge of snapping.

She wasn't afraid.

Life wasn't fun without a few risks.

Plus, she could always get Odysseus to pay for any damages he caused.

The Serpent was even more curious. It had been following the strange ship for a while now, casually sniping it when he felt like it, and then the wind suddenly picked up and caused it to go even faster. From what he saw, it looked like the winds came from the tall male's hands, while the pink haired female stood at the front of the ship.

He wasn't very concerned - they hadn't made a move to fight them, so they probably couldn't. And now that he had spent the energy to chase after them, he wanted to feed off of their panic when they finally realized their situation. They were getting close to land, and he could sense the Leviathan preparing to stand up.

He shuddered in anticipation.

The size of the Leviathan always freaked people out. The panic they felt after that was amazing to taste. Then to see it attack? It never failed to induce hopelessness in even hardened Hunters. Truly, they were fools to go so far out into the ocean like they had. The terrors of the deep were usually asleep, but they were always open to a snack.

A little while later and they were very close to the land. Just enough so that the Leviathan was able to stand up and get chest high out of the water, a deep growl causing the water around him to ripple into waves.

Instead of feeling panic from the ship, he felt excitement.

The Serpent stuttered, feeling unsure for the first time, and he hovered in place over the Leviathan.

He heard the pink haired lady shout out "Let loose the anchor on the starboard side!" and saw the large piece of metal fall from the side of the ship, yanking the ship and causing it to turn. The ropes and rigging shifted, causing the ship to turn even sharper.

The man then turned to the two grim, aimed the object in his hands, and he heard him proclaim "Gift of Aeolus!" The Serpent tensed, bracing himself for a blast of wind.

He wasn't quite correct.

Flying is a complicated thing. It's complicated enough to explain how animals fly. Then the humans have their airships, which use different rules. It gets even more complicated when you try to explain how Grimm can fly, considering how much they weigh.

Despite the complexity and technicalities, at it's most basic and core principle, it can be explained as such. The wings crashes into the air in such a way that it pushes down. Due to the laws of physics, when you push down on something, the opposite reaction is that the air pushes against you, lifting you up. This is obvious to see when done on the earth, and can be demonstrated fairly easily with water. Air, being the least dense of the three, requires you to have a larger area pushing down in order to accomplish the same effect of being pushed up, but it is still the same principle.

So when the Serpent flapped his wings once more, he was expecting to feel the same air resistance needed to keep himself flying.

He was not expecting the wind to bypass him completely, avoiding his body, and pushing the air underneath him down.

And with no air under his wings, he fell.

As he did, in his panicked state, he didn't hear the pink haired lady shout out.

"Remember my name! Temeroso el Drago! Sir Francis Drake! The woman that brought down the sun!"

The Leviathan looked at the ship curiously. It had just turned on it's side, and he could see the man fiddling with a pouch in front of him. He wasn't worried about that. Instead, he looked at the cannons on the side of the ship curiously before dismissing them as too small to bother him.

He was an old Grimm. Old and experienced. He was aware of the damage that most ships and cannons could do to his kin and him. However, when he had felt a burst of power over the spot where he hibernated, he was curious enough to check it out. When he saw the ship, and two humans climbing onto it, he decided to devour them for waking him up.

He wasn't expecting them to test his own endurance for hours on end. Now that he was above water, he decided he would blast them and kill them instantly instead of drawing it out, as a thanks for amusing him.

Just as he started breathing in, the woman shouted something out.

"Remember my name! Temeroso el Drago! Sir Francis Drake! The woman that brought down the sun!"

While curious that she wasn't scared, he dismissed it as petty war crys of a doomed human. The surge of power gave him more pause, especially when it came accompanied with more presences, but he still had no issues with attacking. Then, a large fist of air slammed into his head and attacked his eyes. While not doing any real damage, it hurt enough and was unexpected enough for him slam his eyes shut. When he felt something solid hit his head, he quickly reached up and grabbed it with his claw. Carefully opening his eyes, he was confused to see the Sea Feilong in his grasp, looking confused as well.

Looking back at the ship, his confusion only increased.

In front of him was not one ship, but several, of different sizes and shapes. They looked faint, like a mirage, but he could sense something there.

He felt the Sea Feilong tense to try to fly again, but then the female shouted out again,

"It's our turn now, you scallywags! King of the ghosts, night of the storms, let the Wild Hunt begin!"

With the sudden roar of cannons, the Leviathan soon realized that though the ships looked like mirages, their cannons themselves were very physical.

The Sea Feilong was destroyed quickly, grounded as it was within the Leviathan's hand. The Leviathan himself, for the first time in years, felt PAIN.

This didn't make any sense, and clearly this ship had capabilities he wasn't aware of. He wasn't going to risk his life on an unknown. He was not willing to tempt fate, and he quickly submerged and fled. He felt deep gouges on his chest and face, and he was worried that he couldn't see out of one eye.

He had felt panic for the first time in years. He had felt pain. He might be fleeing now, but he would remember.

His mind quickly thought back to the two people on the ship, memorizing how they looked.

He would let them have this battle, but he would keep watch. He was a Grimm that had lived for a long, long time. He could afford to wait a little longer.

These humans have woken one of the terrors of the deep. And he would show them why the sea was a cruel mistress.

Soon after, two bodies washed onto the shore, both of them exhausted physically and magically. It would be a long time before they could do something at that level.

"Pha!" Drake spat, not moving from where she lay. "I hope nobody was around to see that. Truly, a pathetic display compared to what a fully staffed Wild Hunt should be!"

Odysseus groaned, not opening his eyes "To be expected. Quite frankly, I was impressed you managed as much as you did." He shuffled uncomfortably. "At least this wasn't as bad a landing as some that I've had."

"Shut. Up." she growled. "I don't want to hear it."

"Oh my goodness!"

They both startled when they heard a new voice, and they both looked up to see two girls approaching them with shocked looks on their faces.

Nebula Violet and her best friend Dew Gayle looked at the two people laying on the sand. One of them was tall, brown hair, and had tan skin. He was wearing armor and was probably in his late twenties she'd say, his body clearly showing that he was experienced in fighting, and he had a large bow strapped across his back. The other had long, dark pink hair and had a scar on her face. She was wearing a rather revealing captains coat and vest, as well as having a couple of old fashioned pistols at her side.

And both Nebula and Dew had just seen these two somehow blast a giant lizard Grimm back into the ocean.

They stared at each other for a bit, and then Odysseus coughed and gave them an exhausted smile, "I don't suppose you'd believe if we said you imagined everything?"

The two of them slowly shook their heads in the negative.

He sighed. "I thought not. How bout you help us into the nearest town, and then we can talk about it there?"

Authors Notes

Another Chapter done! I hope that everybody enjoyed this one. I wasn't quite sure how the two of them would act, but I figured that with them both being Captains, they would probably butt heads quite a bit. I tried my best to keep their personalities unique and true to their core, so you guys will have to let me know if I managed to succeed in that.

I would also like to congratulate a lot of you guys - Many people actually guessed Odysseus and Francis Drake as the next Heroes :). Either you guys are getting wise to me, or I'm not that good at giving hints. Probably the latter one.

Anyways, I saw a couple of reviews/PM's that I would like to respond to. A common one was asking why I chose Achilles to be with Pyrrha, and yet not Jeanne for Jaune. The truth is - in my opinion the only thing that Jaune Arc "inherited" from Jeanne d'Arc was the name. Their lives, actions, and behaviors were all completely different. Jaune is NOTHING like Jeanne. For Achilles, he would actually have a lot of similar experiences as Pyrrha, and he was able to see her situation and want to help her like he would've liked somebody to help him. Now, it's true that I could have written Jeanne meeting Jaune and made it work somehow, but it didn't feel right. And that's the ultimate reason really - I wrote it that way because out of the heroes I thought about, those felt right and the chapters flowed easier for me. :) The main reason why I am writing this fic is because I had certain images in my head that I wanted to see written, like Beowulf and the beowolves. Some pairings aren't going to exactly make sense, and I might be doing it to set up for a certain future scene like Weiss and Sherlock. I'm actually really glad that so many people are enjoying reading this as much as I'm writing it, and I hope that you guys continue to be entertained with what I write.

I saw one review asking about why Jaune is going to be at the bottom of the class when he is going to have such a powerful trainer. Well, the truth is, just because a trainer is powerful, does not guarantee that the student is powerful. Trust me, in college I had several teachers that could probably qualify as geniuses. Those were some of the most difficult to understand classes I took, and I praise the almighty google for helping me pass. Being good at what you do and being a good teacher are two VERY different things, and I am pretty sure that Galahad has never had any squires before :). Now, I'm sure that Jaune is going to try his best, but another factor is that he's only going to be training for 8 months before Beacon, which isn't that much time compared to the years of combat training and experience that everybody else is getting. Also, for the story, I really just want him at a level where he can be at Beacon and not have people going "How the heck did this joker get in?". That's just my opinion though... Once again, hopefully people understand that and still enjoy the story.

I have also read a couple reviews with people asking for Adam to meet a certain swordsman. While that is not going to happen within the next several chapters, I do ask for your patience, for I do have something planned :) I have a "sort-of" schedule in mind. Thus far, the chapters have shown the Servants first coming to Remnant. The chapters up to this one, and the next several, are all within a two week period about eight months before RWBY first enters Beacon. After I write Ruby and Yangs chapter, as well as several villain chapters, I am going to have a small "summoning surge" chapter where I am going to write several "short" stories of other Servants that were summoned, but will not go into as much detail as I usually do with them. After the "summoning surge" chapter, I will conclude the "Arc" with a scene with Ozpin, and a scene with Salem. The next "Arc" will have chapters that are from two months after the summoning up to the beginning of Beacon.

For those interested in guessing the next Servant:
I'm having a little difficulty with the Ruby and Yang chapter, so this next one will actually be a villain chapter while I work out the kinks in Ruby's and Yang's.
I will be upfront about this, it is not the Napoleon of Crime.
Although this Servant can be more than one class, I personally cannot see this Servant as anything but a Caster.

Once again, I thank my patient and loving sister for being willing to beta read this chapter for me. :)