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Annabeth's POV

My heart went into overdrive as Percy's soft lips brushed mine. As soon as we made contact, I longed to deepen the kiss, but I was frozen in place. When he walked away, he left me in a daze. All that I could think was, Oh my Gods, Percy Jackson kissed me. I fought the urge to ran after him and kiss him. Percy kissed me, ME!

I stared out at the ocean, but all that I noticed was how much the water matched the colour of Percy's eyes. Dammit, I couldn't afford to become romantically involved with him, he's my captain. I couldn't imagine what Luke would do if he found out that I was in love with Percy...I mean, hypothetically speaking. I tried to place my knife in its sheath, but my fingers fumbled and I dropped it. Gods, Percy even managed to make my brain stop working. I winced as the dagger blade pierced my boot, skimming my foot. I leaned down to wrench the knife out, but it was stuck fast. Great, I cursed. I was pinned to the quarterdeck, by myself. I sat down with a huff. Damn my weak muscles, damn that knife, damn that pirate that made me want to tear my hair out and cry, but to smile and kiss him at the same time. Damn Percy.

It was almost dark when someone noticed that I was still stuck to the quarterdeck. Guess who.

Percy walked up the stairs, raising an eyebrow at me. ''Annabeth? What are you still doing here?''

I gestured towards my feet. ''Kinda got stuck.''

He laughed, causing me to roll my eyes, and sat next to me. "Well, at least you can enjoy the sunset.''

''Yeah, I've enjoyed the ever changing landscape of the sea.'' I replied sarcastically. The ocean had been flat all day.

Percy looked at me curiously from the corner of his eye. ''Why didn't you call for help?" He became serious again.

''Embarrassed, I guess?''

He frowned. ''So you decided to remain stuck to the ship? What if we'd sunk, and you were pinned to the floor, unable to escape?''

''Hadn't thought of that.'' I suppose even the smartest of people miss the simple logic.

''I hadn't thought that you'd be the kind of person that'd be too embarrassed to ask for help. But, I guess you have too much pride for that.'' He countered. One week and he already knew my personality inside and out.

I simply shrugged in reply. It amazed me that he wasn't being awkward about earlier, when he'd kissed me. It was almost like he'd forgotten already. He wouldn't forget that, would he? I asked myself. Maybe he's the kind of guy that kisses girls so much that it doesn't even mean anything to him any more. He certainly could be, he's got the looks.

"What are you thinking?''

Like I said, he can read me inside and out.

I summoned the remaining dignity I had left. ''I'm thinking about how confused I am.''

"And?''

I glared sideways at him. ''And I hate being confused.'' I wasn't lying exactly. I didn't want to give Percy the satisfaction of knowing that I was thinking about him.

He rolled his eyes. ''But what are you confused about?''

I kept quite for a moment, unsure of if I should open up to him. I'd opened up to Nico easily enough, but that was different, this was like handing my feelings to Percy on a silver plater. Either he'd take it carefully, or he'd knock it over-either on purpose or accidentally.

He waited patiently, and I noticed something I'd never seen before. Ink marked the tanned skin on the inside of his wrist. A tattoo. How had I never noticed that? ''What's that on your wrist?''

He frowned, clearly unhappy that I'd changed the subject, but turned his arm so I could the tattoo. A three-tipped spear. ''A trident?"

''My dad was named after an ancient god of the sea, and his weapon of choice was a trident."

I nodded. ''Your family really likes ancient myths.'' I observed.

Percy shrugged. ''Well, we're descended from them, why shouldn't we?''

Oh, fair enough. ''Uh, would you mind..." I gestured at the knife, and he got the message. He reached over me and pulled the dagger out of the wood with an ease that made me feel incredibly weak.

Once the knife was out, he gave it back to me and said nervously, ''I was talking to Nico before, and I didn't have the chance to ask you, but he said that you were acting weird. Do you want to tell me what's going on?''

I cursed. I should've suspected that Nico would tell his captain. ''Just bad dreams."

Of course Percy didn't believe me. He raised an eyebrow. ''You can trust me you know.''

''Can I?'' I turned to look straight at him. ''You're a pirate.''

''So are you.'' He retorted. ''Annabeth, is there's something troubling you, I need to know.''

''Fine!" I relented. ''I saw you die!''

He looked shocked then, and I stood to leave, but he caught my hand. I was surprised by how gentle but firm his grip was, and I ached to lace my fingers with his. He looked into my eyes. "Annabeth," He started to say, but then shut his mouth.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I- never mind."

I frowned. "You can tell me Percy."

"No, I can't. I've never told anyone before." He shook his head, looking down at his feet.

I had the strangest suspicion that this had something to do with Luke. I sat back down beside him, and lifted his face to look at me. Keeping a hand on his check and one in his hand, I leaned forward. Before I could stop myself, I was kissing Percy, and he was kissing me back. He smelt like the sea-breeze, and his lips were soft on mine. With his spare hand, he grabbed me by the waist and deepened the kiss.

I felt I could drown in the bliss, closing my eyes and moving my hands behind his neck, running my fingers through his hair. "Percy," I whispered when we parted for air. He kissed me again, and I didn't resist. His hands wrapped around my waist, fitting into the curve of my hip like they were made to be there. The sun setting behind him made the moment even more romantic.

Percy finally broke away, and said, "You can't tell anyone this, Annabeth."

"Is it about Luke?" When he nodded, I asked, "What did he do to you?"

Percy drew a shaky breath, and I grabbed his hand. "He- Luke," I saw a single tear trace a path down his cheek, splattering on the deck. "Luke killed my mother."

Awww, Percy! :C I hate Luke.

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