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P.S. Dear Moonshroom, that is an excellent idea, I will be sure to add it into the story! ;P
Annabeth's POV
Percy made me train with him for hours, and by the end of the day, I was aching all over. What amazed me though, was that Percy hadn't seemed that tired. Either he was as fit as a horse, or he had a good way of hiding discomfort. We didn't talk much during the session, just Percy giving me tips on my style, but by the end of the day, I'd gotten significantly better.
As the sun went down, I went back to the bunks. My muscles hurt so much that I hunched over and walked like an old lady with arthritis.
Curse you, Percy, and your stupid, long, tiring training sessions! I thought, climbing stiffly into my bed. The pillow and blankets welcomed me and I fell asleep almost immediately.
I hid behind a building, waiting impatiently. I fiddled with the handle of my knife, the one that belonged to Sally Jackson. It still amazed that Percy had given me something so important to him. Hang on, what makes you think that it's important, I thought. I mean, nothing happened to Sally. It's just a knife.
I shook my head, snapping back to reality. The coast was clear, and I sprinted across the street, following my captain silently. I saw him ahead of me, just a flash of black hair and the gleaming hilt of his sword, Riptide. And just as I neared the corner of the building, I heard the sound of metal clashing against metal.
I froze, carefully peering forward. No surprise, Percy's sword was locked with Luke's. I longed to run in and help, but I knew that Percy wouldn't appreciate me fighting his battle, plus, I'd probably get myself killed.
Their fight ran on for what seemed like forever, and just as I was about to run and help, Luke lodged his sword into Percy's side.
And I saw him fall.
I sat bolt upright in the bunk, breathing heavily, sweat running down my face and making my hair stick to my neck.
It dawned on me that I'd just seen Percy die, and I found that my face wasn't just wet with sweat, but with tears as well.
A dark silhouette sat up, and a voice thick with sleep said, ''What's wrong?''
I recognized that it was Nico di Angelo. I must have screamed in my sleep to have waken him up.
"Nothing," I replied, hopping off my bunk and exiting the room. I ran silently to the ladder, climbing to the deck. Some impulse made me run for Percy's cabin, as if to reassure myself that he wasn't dead, that it was just a dream. I heard footsteps following mine, and as I touched the door handle, the person pulled me away.
''Hey, what do you think you were doing.'' Nico pushed me up against the wall of Percy's cabin, trying to looked into my face. ''Why are you crying?''
I frowned. ''I'm not.''
Nico stared at me like I was an idiot. ''Yes you are. What's the matter, Annabeth? You can trust me.''
Why did he care so much? I wasn't entirely sure if he was right, but I needed to tell someone about this. I know it was a dream, but there was something about it that felt so real. So I told him. Opening up to Nico was weird, he didn't react like I expected him to.
"So that's why you wanted to come to Percy's cabin?'' His concerned expression turned into a smirk. ''So he could give you a kiss to make you feel better.''
I rolled my eyes and he apologized, saying that he just had to say it.
''I came over to reassure myself that it was a dream.'' I said truthfully.
Nico nodded. ''Well, I can tell you for certain that Percy's in his cabin. Get some more sleep, okay?''
He led me back to the bunks, and didn't go back to his own until he was sure that I was asleep.
Percy's POV
I paced my cabin. Thalia had to have turned me in, no one else knew where we were going.
I was interrupted from my thinking when Nico burst into the room. ''Captain, we've spotted a government ship. Luke's on our trail again.'' He said gravely.
I sighed and nodded. We couldn't go much faster without damaging the work on the hole in the hull. I told Nico to load the cannons just in-case and he nodded once before turning to leave. When he was at the door, he turned back hesitantly, as if he were unsure of if he should speak or not. ''Captain, I'm worried about Annabeth. She's seems to be acting weird lately.''
I raised an eyebrow. ''How would you know what 'weird' is? You've only known her for a week.''
''Well, if screaming, crying and running to see if people are still alive in the middle of the night isn't strange, then I don't know what is.''
I stared at the spot where he had been for a moment. What was that supposed to mean? But, anyway, if Nico was worried it was something to look into. I'd have to ask her during our next training session.
For a beginner, she was awfully good. I made the right choice giving her a knife, but she could still use a sword pretty well. I'm not sure, however, if giving her my mom's dagger was a good idea. Not that she wouldn't take care of it, just that it was important to me. I'd lived with Mom till is was 12 years old, ever since then I'd been on a ship, either with my dad, Poseidon-one of the most feared pirates to ever sail the seas- or on my own ship, with my own crew. But Annabeth had a point, twenty-three was too young to become the captain of a pirate ship, especially one as notorious as mine. It was hard to believe that I'd had the Princess Andromeda since I was nineteen, and that I was only twenty-one when I 'died'.
I took out Riptide, the sword Poseidon had given me. I didn't have much of him, other than the sword and the ship. I'd inherited the Andromeda when Poseidon had died, and had re-named it from the Ocean's Storm. A/n: Don't mind the name, I got it off the internet.
I looked out the window, and sure enough I saw the distinctive shape of a three-mast ship on the horizon.
With a sign, I got up. She'd probably hate for this, but if it came to a fight (which I'm positive it will) then I need Annabeth to be ready, plus, I was curious about what Nico had said.
Annabeth was in the hold, where she was helping some of the boys move the gunpowder into the gun room. It was impressive that she was able to shift the barrels, they were extremely heavy. As I walked over, she lifted one to give to Malcolm, but it slipped from her grasp. Before it could crush her feet, I caught it.
She stared at my\e in surprise. "Thanks," She muttered.
"No problem,'' I handed the barrel to Malcolm. ''Come on, more training.''
Annabeth groaned, but followed me anyway. I took her to the quarterdeck, and it was thankfully unoccupied. I drew Riptide, and Annabeth drew Mom's dagger, standing in the stance I'd taught her.I put Riptide down and told her to keep her stance as I walked behind her. I placed my hands on Annabeth's shoulders and started massaging them, easing the rigid tension in her muscles. ''You need to relax. The more at ease you are, the easier you move, the less tired you get.'' I whispered in her ear.
She nodded. I felt her shoulders relax a little, but they were still tense. I probably wasn't helping the situation- I'm sure she was very aware of my hands on the bare skin on her neck and collar-bone. I was definitely aware of it, which confused me because I'd touched Annabeth before, and it wasn't like it was anything sexual, I was just trying to help her.
I removed my hands and walked back in front of her, taking hold of her chin and lifting her head to meet my eyes. "Are you alright, Annabeth?''
She stood up straight, but my hand remained in her face. ''I'm not sure.''
''Do you want to talk about it?''
''Not really.'' She shook her head.
She stared into my eyes for a moment. Amid the grey I saw the tiniest speckles of blue as her eyes widened as she looked her me. ''Do you hate me, Annabeth.'' It was a question.
Annabeth shrugged. ''I don't know, Captain. I think I should, but I don't.''
My stupid, impulsive side kicked in, and I leaned forward. My lips brushed hers in a kiss that left girls wanting more, though I think it worked on me more than it did on Annabeth. She smelt like the healing salves, with a bit of me mixed in from when she'd slept in my bed.
''I had to do that, just before you decide.''
Ta-da! PERCY AND ANNABETH KISSED! YAY!