First story!

Why am I writing this? I have no idea, maybe because I love the Little Mermaid and the Percy Jackson series is getting a reboot of the original two movies (don´t watch them they´re really, really, bad) I´m really excited to watch it soon on Disney+. I´ve been working on the first chapter for a while now: editing, rewriting, adding some more, editing again... the list goes on and on. But finally, here's the first chapter finally complete. I hope you enjoy it! Please don´t forget to Follow and Review.

ANNABETH

The sailing ship was fashioned from ancient oak, with masts that stood as tall. Instead of its once green foliage, it was adorned by sails of white to dove grey. To see the rich timbers, strong browns close to black, brought peace inside, perhaps akin to that given by a meadow. Yet for the next few hours the fragrance would not be of wildflowers but of the open sea, ever-changing, ever constant, ever in motion beneath the clouds who sail above.

From a dark hallway leading out into the open, she had stepped out into the light, that girl with blond hair, a thousand shades of gold that made new mosaics each moment in the warm summer air. From afar, you could say her soft curls were the color of rich cream, but up close it was a chorus of hues. She poured her eyes out onto the open sea.

The waves break around the rocks in the shallows, their foam crests becoming chaotic lace over the blue. Annabeth watches it swirl, mesmerized as if the movement of the water choreographs her thoughts.

"Isn't this great," asks Annabeth to anyone, with strains of blonde on her face, "the salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face," she releases a sigh, "perfect day to be at sea."

"Blugh-delightful…" Nico exclaimed, his pale (almost green like a cartoon) face bent over the railing looking down into a bottomless blue hoping to ease out some nausea. He did not like the sea.

"Find strong wind and a following sea, king Poseidon must be in a friendly mood." The smell of pipe smoke comes through the window, inviting old memories that were once sepia to regain their natural colors. Smoking pipes is what they did back then, oblivious to the toll their lungs paid.

"King Poseidon," Annabeth asked.

"Why ruler of the merfolk. I thought every good sailor knew about him," the voice stated. The owner coming out from the kitchen, now visible, had afro hair with a kind of artisanal topography that invited the sensual touch. Her tanned skin of cream caramel extends all the way to her fingertips.

"Princess Annabeth, pay no attention to this nonsense my sister tries to feed. It's not the truth," exclaimed Nico, who was still recovering from seasickness.

"But it is the truth, I'm telling you down in the depths of the ocean," she pounces on him with a salad fork, bits of food still lingering from her lunch onto his face. The greens of the salad appear so celebratory as if they are the voice of spring.

"Hazel, cut it out," he shouts. Grabbing the fork but letting loose and they watch it, plumber, into the depths of the ocean.

Waves come, transient yet always there, rising, falling. They scatter the light, the hue of the water ever-changing yet always familiar, always blue. How could you fail to love them as they dance inward to crash on the pebbles? How could you fail to appreciate the salty air or the cold caress of the breeze? They are stalwarts of this ocean-side life, present, and passing, always the same and never. If one is not first curious, the learning has nothing firm to anchor to. Annabeth couldn't help but wonder.

Percy

The gulls had tossed like paper in a storm, flashes of white in the grey, tumbling as they struggled against the gale. Beneath them, the sea rises as great mountains, anger in the form of water, turbulent and unforgiving.

The boat had tumbled over and over, the crack that boomed over the bay was as good as thunder. Then, after a moment of extended silence, it sank beneath the calm surface of the water, a mini-titanic.

It had laid there for several decades on the ocean floor; in an ocean graveyard hidden from prying eyes before flashes of turquoise and cadet blue scales in the form of a tail had found its hidden cove.

"I dunno Percy, I'm not sure we ought to be down here," said Grover.

"Oh, don't be such a guppy," Percy said dismissing the comment while waving his hand little air bubbles formed around him.

"A guppy? I'm not afraid of anything!"

The shipwreck beneath the waves had become a gallant grand dame of the seabed. She had become home to so much life, a support structure, and a thing of beauty as they swim towards the opening.

"What about sharks," asked Percy teasingly.

"Where?!"

"See, you really are such a guppy," Percy called back as he swam towards the opening.

The floor was of the forest browns, those many soulful hues. Percy stretched a hand over the glossy surface, his fingerprints touching swirls of overgrown seabeds. It had been made from a tree that fell from violent storm winds some centuries ago.

Little friends darted from one opening. They were small, barely a dart of silver, but they were fast.

Shelves of books expanded over the wall as if they had been planted as seeds and grown by the virtue of Apollo's sunlight that wasn´t blocked by the deep blue waters of the ocean.

Desks are littered with old discarded torn maps and broken mirrors. Denim of blue fabric caught his eyes. It's shaped like a bowl, like the ones they have in the palace but with a flap that's stretched out.

"Hey look what I found," Percy calls to Grover whos nowhere to be seen.

"Grover?"

His hues of pearlescent purples and orange sunset scales were nowhere to be seen.

He swims desperately to the open waters looking for his seahorse friend, wishing he hasn't caught sight of being a shark´s snack.

"Percy," he heard the shriek of his friend somewhere from coral beds.

"Th- their wa- was, was this sh- sh- shark!"

Oh, they were at this again; Percy rolled his eyes, "Grover! For the last time, there are no sharks out here," he waved his hands in frustration.

"But, I saw! It's coming this way! It wants to eat us for dinner!"

"Grover-," There was a delicious moment where Percy´s face washed blank with confusion like his brain cogs couldn´t turn fast enough to take in the information from his wide eyes.

His grin of white pointy teeth stared at them like dinner. His thin sharp fins paddled his killing body from afar. His slick eye caught sight of them, they were face to face.