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"I like the pirate Percy gives an air of Jack Sparrow It's Cool Great I love The Story Keeps Going Like This I would like to see how far the Story goes take your time You're Great :D." -XPersaX

Yeah, this was inspired by PotC, so I could see how I might have given him part of Jack's personality. Glad you like it!

Onto the chapter!

Chapter Fourteen

Jason, the one of the Argonauts, not the one of Percy's crew, was buried on an unnamed island in the middle of the caribbean. Who buried him there, no one knows. After he was cast out of his kingdom by the Gods because of his actions against Medea, he fled to the sea on the Argo. Past that no one knows what happened to him. No one living at least, and dead men tell no tales. But the words of the living lived long after the body's death.

Someone in that time knew. They wrote about it in a journal, with a map attached. Millenia later, the journal fell apart, the pages within scattering out. The page with the burial site and the map, almost as if by Fate, the page ended up in the hands of one Percy Jackson when he was walking through Likler.

That piece of paper would be the source of Percy's obsession for the next few years. Now, Percy's ship, the Argo II (What a coincidence!) was anchored out in the sea, while a small rowboat containing two pirates traveled to the beach.

Percy's arms had gone numb from rowing. Not that they were tired, he was used to doing this, his arms were fine. But he did it without thinking about it. It became as autonomous as breathing.

Zoë sat across from him. Her eyes watched his arms as they flexed with each row. Percy caught her staring, causing her to look away, a light blush dusting her cheeks. Percy smiled a little, and turned his neck to see how close they were to the beach. Still a bit off.

Percy continued rowing. The journey was silent, the only noise coming from the oars as they cut through the water. The sun beat down on them. Not a cloud in the sky to provide cover for them. Sweat dripped down Percy's back, falling like a waterfall. Zoë didn't seem to be faring any better.

Percy paused his rowing to wipe the sweat that beaded on his forehead. He looked down at his hands. Years of rowing had caused thick calluses to form in his hands. Now the calluses were starting to rip once again. He sighed and resumed rowing.

The boat stopped as the keel dug into the sand of the shallow water. Percy let go of the oars, striking those into the sand, standing them up. He stood up and stretched his arms and back. He stepped out of the rowboat, Zoë following him.

The sand stuck to their wet shoes. Their footprints marked their steps as they traveled inland. The island was forestry in the middle, surrounded by a barren beach made of white sand. What laid inside the forest, no one knew. But if the journal was to be believed, then the final resting place was somewhere inside. If it wasn't Percy didn't know what he was going to do. He had chased it for so long, if it wasn't true… Not only would he be letting himself down, but he would be letting his crew down as well. They depended on him, they believed him, they trusted him. If he was wrong…

They reached the tree line. Percy's mind flashed back to when Luke had left him on that island to die. He hadn't ventured into that forest very far, just enough to find a rock to crack open that coconut. He shook the memory away.

He sat down at the trunk of a tree. The shade provided a nice place for them to cool down before searching for Jason's burial site. Zoë sat down next to him.

Percy held out his hand. "Canteen please."

Zoë nodded and wordlessly handed him it. Percy unscrewed the cap and took a swig. The cool freshwater washed over his tongue. As he swallowed, he felt a cooler temperature spread throughout his body. He held it back out to Zoë.

She took it from his hand and took a swig herself. Her mind totally didn't dwell on the fact that they were sharing the same water. And that she didn't wipe the lip of the canteen before drinking. Totally not. She screwed the cap back on and slung the canteen back over her shoulder.

They rested for a couple of minutes, finding solace from the unforgiving sun. Percy waited this long to find the next piece of the search, he could wait a few minutes more. The wind made an appearance, rustling through the trees above them. Water fell from the leaves, leftover water from the last rainfall. The water fell on their heads, feeling nice in the heat.

After a couple more minutes, Percy stood up and stretched. Zoë got up and noticed that Percy's shirt rode up, exposing his midriff. She felt her cheeks flame red and quickly looked away. As she looked at a tree, she spoke. "So where do we find this guy's resting place?"

Percy looked around. "I don't know." He admitted. "I guess we just have to search."

Zoë inwardly groaned. The island was huge. It would take them at least the entire day to find Jason's grave, or tomb, or exposed corpse. However this guy had been buried. She didn't say anything though, not wanting to upset Percy.

"We'll cut straight through, then search one half of the island, before searching the other." Percy said, pointing in the direction they would go.

Zoë nodded. It made the most sense to split it up. Definitely no splitting up, they would never find each other if they did that.

They began the journey. They walked through the forest, dodging tree roots and plants that grew uncontrolled. At some points, Percy had to draw Riptide and use the blade to slice through plants that stood in their way. It wasn't very often they came across something they couldn't walk over.

Hours passed with nothing of interest being found. They continued to take turns drinking from the canteen. They dried to ration it out, as there was only a certain amount of water. Keyword there is 'tried'. By the time they finished searching the left half of the island, only a tiny bit of water remained at the bottom.

"We should probably get more water from the ship." Percy said.

After rowing back to the Argo II, filling up their canteen (and filling up a second one as well), and rowing back to the island, they continued the search. Going along the right side of the shore, they came across a mass of wood.

The wood seemed to have been rotting for a long time. There was so much rot that it was hard to tell that it had been wood once upon a time. Splinters stuck up like small spikes in every direction. As Percy looked over the mass, he realized that the mass seemed to be in the rough shape of a ship. He felt excitement swell in his chest. It had to be the Argo!

Percy took off in a run and started to climb the rotting wood. The remains of the Argo were far from the ocean, so far that even high tide wouldn't reach them. How they ended up so far from the water would forever be a mystery, but it didn't matter.

Percy combed through the wreckage. He picked up a plank, only for it to crumble into dust in his hands. The wood was thousands of years old after all. It was no Roman concrete.

Percy felt a prick in his hand. He looked at it to see that a small splinter had dug itself into his skin. He pulled it out and found himself surprised at how long it was. It was so long that the tip was colored red. Blood began to leak out slowly. He licked a finger on his other hand and wiped the blood away.

He went back to looking for something, anything. Jason's corpse, a map, something.

He eventually found it in the back of the ruin, which was the front of the ship. Underneath all of the rotting wood, was a skeleton in really old clothes. The skull of the skeleton was cracked down the middle. Percy gingerly reached out and touched the clothes.

"Percy?" Zoë's voice rang through the air, coming from outside of the wreckage.

"Yeah?"

"Just making sure you're alive."

"Yeah, I'm good. Come here."

After a few minutes, Zoë appeared behind him. He turned around, an excited grin on his face. "Look! That's Jason! The Jason."

"So that means…"

"It means that it's real, Zoë! The Golden Fleece is real! This hasn't been for nothing after all!"

She nodded, then pointed at something behind the skeleton. "What's that?"

Percy turned and looked at what she was pointing at. The skeleton had been propped up against a wall, a wall in which something had been carved. Overtaken by excitement at seeing Jason's corpse, he had missed the carving.

Percy stepped closer to it, Jason's skeleton entirely forgotten. After his eyes ran over it a few times he turned back to Zoë and swept her up in a tight hug. She was caught off guard as his arms wrapped around her. Her cheeks flamed red as she returned the hug.

"Thank you." He muttered into her ear. His own cheeks were flamed red as he felt Zoë in his arms. She was warm.

"For what?" She asked him.

Percy separated from her, which he wasn't too thrilled about if he was being honest. "I wouldn't have noticed it. Zoë, that's it. That's the map to the Golden Fleece. I was excited about a corpse, but the skeleton doesn't matter. And you noticed it. Without you…" Percy trailed off as he looked at Zoë.

She was gazing into his eyes with a small smile on her face. Her eyes flickered down to his lips before she noticed that he stopped talking. "So… so… so…" She stammered, trying to play it off and come up with a question. "So where does the map lead?" She finally got out.

Percy swiftly turned around. He studied the map. Unlike before, when his eyes were roaming over the map quickly, never staying in the same place for more than a millisecond, he was going over every little detail.

Suddenly, Percy's breath took a sharp intake.

"What's wrong?" Zoë asked, coming up from behind him.

"The Fleece. It's in the Sea of Monsters." Percy said, his voice breathless.

"The what?"

"The Sea of Monsters. It's a place in the sea where ships go in, and don't come out. It's said that monsters live there, monsters that can capsize ships and break them in half. Whether that's true, I don't want to find out."

"So you're giving up? Just like that?"

Percy sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he turned around. "I don't know." He said. "I don't want to give up, but I also don't want to risk the crew's lives for something as stupid as a fleece."

"Percy." She said softly. She took his hand gently. "This has been your dream for a long time. How about you talk to the crew about it before you just give up?"

Percy sighed again, before nodding slowly. "Yeah. I'll bring it up and see if they want to." he turned back to the map. "I don't think we can take this with us. It'll probably crumble when we touch it." He looked up, above them. "And it is helping support the wood above us. Even if it didn't crumble, the ceiling would fall and crush us."

"So we have to copy it down?" Zoë asked.

Percy nodded. "Yeah. Do you have any paper and a pen?"

Zoë reached into her pockets and produced both.

Percy grabbed both items and sat down. For about thirty minutes, he painstakingly copied down the map, trying to get everything down to the most minute detail. When he was finally done, they were left with a pretty good copy of the map.

He stood up and looked at Zoë. "Thank you. Again. Really, I would not have seen it without you."

Zoë smiled. "How would you even breathe without me."

Percy laughed.

Together, they walked out of the wreckage of the Argo, the resting place of Jason of the Argonauts, and walked back to their ship.