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Chapter 4: Jail, a Pirate, and a Quest

Tink...Tink...Tink...

What? I thought groggily, hearing the sound of water hitting metal. What's going on? I could never remember a time when hearing the sound of water dropping woke me up. Sitting up slowly, I rubbed my eyes trying to clear the fog of a bad night's rest. Yawning I looked around and froze in shock.

"Where am I?!" I asked myself frantically. The room I was in was made entirely of stone bricks, about a foot and a half long each. Some where dry, falling apart, or wet. The room itself wasn't very big, probably only a mere 5' by 7'. It felt like more of a walk-in-closet than a room. Daylight, looking to be about noon, streamed through the two identical windows, that were too far up to see through. In the corner sat a bucket, and in the adjacent corner a small plate with stale bread and a rough-looking metal cup filled with water. In between the bucket and bread was a set of metal bars and a door. It resembled what looked like one of the jail cells in my pirates game.

I'm in jail?! What happened? I asked myself trying to remember how and why I was here. Then I remembered how Athena had visited my bedroom, probably only moments before now, threatening to give me a long break from my studies. She must have done something, and sent me here.

Shaking myself from the memory, I wondered if it all really happened. Sitting up from my stooped over position, I noticed that I still had Riptide. It seemed that it even came back to my pocket if I was transported into an alternate universe where I'm in jail. A deep rumble sounded from my stomach, reminding me that I never got those blueberry pancakes.

I should at least eat what I have, I thought looking over at the bread that I was hoping had maybe turned into a pancake. But no such luck, so I walked over and leaned down to pick it up. The crust was as dry and old as one of Annabeth's prided books.

Trying to talk myself out of what I was about to do, I asked my stomach sarcastically,"Are you that desperate for food," then murmured, "Even if it's as low on the spectrum of food as you can get?" Then my stomach let out a low rumble as if to say, "Anything's better than nothing!" Sighing, I brought the food to my mouth, trying not to notice the way the "bread" crunched inside my too-dry mouth.

Trying to come up with some sort of a plan of escape from wherever I was, I walked toward the cellar door to investigate the hallway. It appeared to be a larger room with several other cells also padlocked like my own. Looking down to where I kept my pen, I wondered if celestial bronze worked on iron. Then I gasped, noticing my change of clothes. Where an old pair of jeans and tennis shoes had been before, was now a pair of dark cotton trousers tucked into a pair of black pirate boots. My shirt had also changed from my comfortable, orange, Camp Half Blood tee, into a red very low cut v-neck that was accompanied with a dark almost British-Navy inspired jacket. (Authors Note: This outfit is the one Will Turner wore in POTC3.) I also now had a sturdy looking belt with a spot for a dagger, a dark red doo rag, and a shoulder-to-hip holster for my sword, which was currently a pen.

Noticing my lack of camp necklace, I frantically searched my pockets for it. In my left jacket/blazer thing I found what felt to be jewelry. With a hope I pulled it out, untangling it to get a better look. It was a thin piece of rounded leather, with my beads from camp, a few seashells, and a weird charm which looked like a wave. Sighing with relief I put it on. It was comforting to have it back around my neck, even if I had some "new" things on it, and was longer than before. Feeling a slight ache at the back of my neck I reached behind my head to rub away the pain. Brushing over more hair than I was used to, I rubbed the spot that hurt.

Wait, what?! More hair?! I freaked, quickly bring it down in front of my face trying to determine just how much longer it was. It seemed to come down to my shoulders in slightly curly locks.

How...? I asked myself, completely astonished at the new come hair. Then another thought struck me. If I had long hair, did I also have facial hair? Dreading the idea, and also slightly curious wondering, I ran my hands up to my chin and above my lips. I had a very small amount of hair on the tip of my chin, and a thin short mustache. A few months before this incident, I had to start shaving, to keep the stubble that was growing, away. I had always been fascinated of the idea of having facial hair, but I never thought I'd pull it off. My Dad had a full black beard and mustache, adding on to the relaxed fisherman look he had going on. I never thought that I could wear it and have it look okay, but, as I looked at my reflection in the pool of water in the bucket, I thought differently. This hair, mustache, and slight beard suited me quite well.

Back to my planning, I heard the sound of something hitting metal, coming from one of the other cells. Wanting to explore, I strode over to the bars and looked out. There was someone else in one of the other cells, kicking the door. Deciding to test my idea of my sword against the lock, I uncapped Riptide and swung it through the lock, making an awful slashing noise. Then the lock broke and I pushed the cell door open and jogged over to the other guy who was struggling to get out.

In a confident voice I ordered, "Move back," and slashed Riptide against the lock, breaking it open.

"Hey, thanks!" I heard him say as he moved out of his cell and reached his hand out to shake mine. He was slightly taller than I was with brown straight hair pulled back into a ponytail, and he looked to be around my age. He was wearing what was a typical pirate assemble: boots, shirt and a holster for his sword.

"I'm Dave, and you are?" he asked shaking my hand and moving to adjust his sword into a more comfortable position.

Wondering why I was here, and why he was here, I answered, "Percy," and asked in a hesitant voice, "Um...Do you know where we are?"

Getting a slightly confused expression on his face he answered, "Uh, well were in jail...Isn't it obvious?" Then noticing my still confused expression, he said, "Oh, you don't remember do you?"

Remember what? I thought, the fact that one minute I was playing Pirates of the Caribbean and the next I have no idea where I am? Or the fact that I'm in jail?

Looking obligated he answered himself, "Well, either you were caught stealing, which I refer to as 'borrowing', or they found the burn scar on your forearm."

"What burn scar?" I asked looking down at my forearms. Then I noticed two things. One scar of the letter "P" and the other a tattoo of a wave, like the charm on my necklace. "What?" I asked as he noticed the shocked expression on my face.

"Did you not know you had it?" he asked with a curious face.

"No, but I also have a tattoo of a wave," I said showing it to him. Then he gasped looking to me, then back to my arm.

"You're a son of Poseidon!" he exclaimed in a shocked and awed manner.

Looking around as if to see a monster run in to slay me, I replied, "Yeah, but how did you know?"

"That tattoo, it's pirate lore and legend! It marks the son of Poseidon, the one to end Jolly Roger's reign! You're more powerful than the sea itself!" He exclaimed in an excited flurry.

Great, I thought, not only am I stuck with another impossible quest, but I'm also stuck in Pirates of the Caribbean.

Whoop! Finished the chapter! *cue happy dance*

I'll have the next one next weekend if I can. I'm trying to write a chapter once a week, or more. I know the pain and despair of waiting for a story that takes forever to update. So, I won't make you all suffer too long. (maybe...:D)

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-Annabeth7