As I write the story I am also running around in Assassin's Creed 4: Black Flags to help visually imagine the cities and settings. Well I have realized as I as picturing a mansion in Kingston I was actually imagining the one in Havana. Kingston does have a small plantation mansion however it isn't suited for what I wanted. And since this is an AU world anyways I am just going to put the very large mansion in Havana in Kingston instead as I have pictured it.

Getting into the mansion in Kingston was harder than Perseus thought. Last time he has been here, he never got the chance to explore this part of the town. Near the entrance of the walled off manor were the wealthier houses. Well made, standing tall, and with stone walk ways instead of dirt paths. The reddish stonewalls were almost as tall as some of the neighboring buildings, making them too tall to climb over. However, the houses were also placed just too far away to be use to jump from the roofs to the top of the wall. To add to the difficulty getting in there were patrols of guards, some in groups as large as six, walking the perimeter with more on the rooftops watching the streets. The sun was starting to set, making the crowded streets easier to blend in and spy on the patrols.

"Tight security," Perseus muttered to himself. "But not tight enough."

Pushed up against the reddish color wall was a market stand. Standing guard in front of it was two soldiers, but no one else around. If he was able to distract the guards, he could climb up the stand and climb over the wall.

"You look tired, come over here and I can ease your stresses," a flirty woman's voice called out, not too far way. Several other female sounding giggles followed.

Looking to his right, standing under a tree, was group of women down the street wearing brightly colored corsets with sleeves that barely cover their shoulders creating a look of modesty that the plunging neckline says otherwise. Their skirts were cut higher in the front then in the back. Counting the coin in his pocket, Perseus walked over to them.

"Evening ladies," he said, smiling at them.

"Well you are a sight for sore eyes. What can I do for you mister?" One woman, with short brown hair and green eyes, asked him.

"I got a favor to ask of you ladies."

"I will do anything for you good sir," another, with long blond hair, said winking.

He laughed and shook his head. "Not for me tonight. You see those men over there?" he asked, nodding his head discreetly to where the guards where.

"Yeah I see them. What about them?" The first woman asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I need you all to lure them away from their post," he explained, pulling a bag of coins out. "You will be rewarded handsomely."

The ladies' eyes dropped to the bag of coins. They shared a look, and the first lady took the coins.

"You have yourself a deal," she said passing a few coins around.

The woman bushed by him, swaying their hips and arms with each step. Slipping into the shadows behind the tree, he watched the ladies do their work. It took the two guards a few minutes to realize that the ladies were calling for them. They shared a look, shrugged, and wander over, effectively abandoning their post. Using the other stands and bushes as a way to find himself, Perseus quickly moved to the stand. Taking one last look at the distracted guards and making sure none of the rooftop guards could see him, Perseus climbed up the old stand. Now that he was on the top of it, it was easier to pull himself to the top of the wall.

The fall from the wall was rough, but it didn't seem as if he had hurt himself. There were no guards, that he could see, but he quickly ducked into a bush next to the stone path to hide. Following the stone path, it led up to the hill to a much larger staircase. The light color stone stairs split at the middle then met again at the top in front of another wall with an arch way leading into a court yard with a long shallow water fountain. Hiding in one of the bushes in the court yard, Perseus scanned the area, looking for a way to get into the house. There were three roof top guards, patrolling the area, while there were four others wandering the court yard.

Keeping along the edges, and using the side gardens as a hiding spot, he moved closer to one of the many doors leading into the main house. Turning the handle slightly, he checked if it was locked, which it was not. Looking over his shoulders one last time for anyone watching, he quietly slipped into the house. It was a long hallway with more doors on either side.

Not knowing where else to go, he carefully wandered down the hall, hoping for some kind of sign of an office. Peeking into some of the rooms, he saw that he was in the worker-housing wing and needed to go to an upper floor. Trying to get to the upper floors was more difficult than he had planned. This lower level was like a maze, more often than he liked, the doors at the end of the hall would lead back outside. More than once, he had to duck into a room or wardrobe to hide from a worker.

Just when he thought he was lost, he found a stair case leading up to the next floor. This floor showed more wealth in its designs on the walls, floors, and decorations scattered around. Wandering these halls were more challenging because it was such an open area, leaving a few places to hide from the few workers and guards.

Now that he was this close, Perseus's heart pounded fast and hard in his chest. The realization of how reckless he was being was setting in. What if Castellan was here somewhere? What if he gets caught? What if there was nothing here and this was just a waste of time?

"As long as those ships arrive at Conttoyor on time, I will hold up my end of the deal," a man with an Italian accent said, breaking the silence in the halls. Perseus pushed the door he was hiding behind open slightly to look in the hall.

Walking out of a room, three doors down, was a group of men. The tallest of them was wearing very expensive clothes, had golden blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a faint scare down his cheek. From the description that the woman said the other day, that man must be Castellan. Next to him was a slightly shorter man with darker skin, black hair, and dark colored eyes. He too was wearing wealthy clothes, similar to the soldiers, but one of higher rank. A few other men wearing similar clothes were following behind the two.

"Good. I am glad you have joined our cause General Di Angelo," Castellan said, clasping Di Angelo on his shoulder.

"It was an easy choice," the Italian said as they walked. "I have lost many good ships to these cursed pirates. Their reigning of the seas must come to an end. If only we can find those who are working in the shadows though. Pirates are loud and boisterous with their actions. These rats like to whisper false rumors to the people. Between the two causes, the people of these towns have talk of doubt about the Olympians and what the empire can do for them. I wish for that to end as much as you do."

"And together we shall. In a year's time, we shall have gain control of these waters and these pathetic islands shall be under Olympus's control."

Perseus couldn't hear anything else being said because they have moved on from ear shot. Moving quickly, he dashed to the room these men had abandoned. Inside was clearly Castellan's office. In the center of the room was a large dark wooden desk. Laying across it were maps, some he has never seen before. On one map had locations of places in the middle of the water or on islands that had has never seen before. One, located on the far left of the map between two islands, was named Conttoyor. A few of these unknown places and some he does recognized had circles around them. Unsure what this map was, he rolled it up and pocketed for later.

Suddenly, the door behind him squeaked open. In one swift motion he turned around, pulled his pistol out with one hand and had is sword ready in another. The person standing in the door wasn't a guard or a worker or even Castellan like he had expected. Instead, it was the blond-haired woman that invited him into her home to hide.

"You," Annabeth hissed, lowering her own pistol and closing the door. Her grey eyes narrowed in a glare. "What are you doing here, pirate?"

"I could ask you the same," he said, putting away his own weapons.

"You shouldn't be here," she said walking up to the table. Not looking at him, she shuffled through the papers scattered around, clearly looking for something.

"Neither should you. What does a random town citizen have to do with this Lord Castellan guy?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"I know Castellan is after your little pirate order and I can't say I am sorry for you. But there are more important things involved than your problems," she said while pocketing two letters.

"What are you talking about? What is Castellan planning?"

She sighed and stared at him for a moment. "Do you have the map that was to be in here?"

He nodded. "The one with the strange locations on it? Yeah."

"Good. Follow me back to my house. I will answer your questions there."