Chapter 2: Davy Jones' Locker

Disclaimer: I don't own the One Piece anime/ manga nor any of its characters and I don't own the Percy Jackson book series nor any of its characters.

Rhea Jackson is my OC.

The Pirate Code and traditions I copied from stereden's fanfiction series: 'Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu' and 'Did you know her (the woman who gave birth to me)?'.

Thoughts

Rhea woke up on a ship. A galleon. The Flying Dutchman. It really is bullshit how I just KNOW how to sail it.

"Awake yet, little cousin?"

Rhea sat up with a start and stared at the red-haired man with sea green eyes in a pirate get-up.

He removed his captain hat and bowed with a flourish, "Davy Jones, son of Pontus and one of the very few gods of this world." He stood back up and placed the hat back on his head. "We don't have a pantheon, and everyone does their own thing. We stick to our domains and try not to step on any toes." He shrugged, "Unless you really mess up, it's unlikely that you'll ever meet the others. Demigods aren't a thing around here, but Pontus himself said you want to be left alone, so they'll oblige."

"Why are you here then?" She looked around at the bedroom she was in and the bed she was laying on. "Why am I here?"

Davy Jones moved the chair from behind the desk to beside the bed and sat in it backwards. "I'm here to teach you how this world works and help you get a handle on your diminished powers. Once I decide you're ready, you'll get off my ship and out of my Locker and I won't see you again until it's time to collect your soul." He grinned, "If you choose to sail the seas, of course."

Rhea looked at him warily, "I don't know what that means."

"You'll learn. Welcome to my Locker, Rhea Jackson."

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This world had 5 seas: East Blue, West Blue, South Blue, North Blue and the Grand Line. The Grand Line was divided into Paradise, the first half, and the New World, the second half.

There were no continents, just islands and archipelagos.

Some islands had a monarchy, others had none, and each town had a mayor. Marines were the policemen/ soldiers that enforced the law. A group of people called the Celestial Dragons ruled the world and called themselves Saints and gods. They had slaves and controlled the marines. They could choose to destroy an island for no reason, and someone called Dragon was building a Revolutionary Army to fight them.

All who sailed the seas and died in them ended up in Davy Jones Locker, but only those who were presented to the waves properly were children of Davy Jones. They would end up in his Locker even if they died on land, as long as they received the proper funeral rights. If not, they were forced to linger, unable to move on.

Most Children of Davy Jones were pirates, but not all. He didn't care if they never sailed or chose to abandon the sea to live on land, they were still his children. And Children of Davy Jones had a Code to follow.

§§§

After giving her the basic run down of this world and the Code, Davy Jones left her mostly alone. He said he would help her get a handle on her powers, but Rhea could do that on her own. It was just a matter of figuring out what she could still do and practice.

In her free time, she swam around the Locker, moving from ship to ship to look for sparring partners and listening to stories of the living world.

She discovered that she couldn't cause earthquakes, nor hurricanes or storms anymore. She couldn't control any liquid except water, but she could still breathe underwater, talk to sea life (but not horses, and why, why are there horses in the Locker?) and control all kinds of ships and boats.

She could not, however, read a map or the stars. Captain Sacks had tried and tried before giving up and deeming her a lost cause. Rhea wasn't too bothered, as long as she had someone else telling her where to steer, she'd be fine. Or she could just follow the currents, they told her where to go.

§§§

"It's time for you to leave." Davy Jones told her while they were having dinner in his quarters.

"Yeah? You think I'm ready?" Rhea couldn't deny that she was a bit sad about leaving, a bit apprehensive.

"I do." He looked at her seriously, "Have you decided if you wish to become one of my children?"

Rhea nodded, "I do." She grinned, "I'm going to be a pirate!" She stopped grinning and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head, "Once I find a crew to join, that is."

Davy Jones smiled, "Very well."

That day, Rhea Jackson left Davy Jones' Locker and was presented to the Sea as a child of Davy Jones by the god himself.

Rhea Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, child of Davy Jones.

§§§

Rhea swam underwater towards the small boat she could sense treading the waves.

Rhea had reached Davy Jones' locker with only the clothes on her back, her Camp Half-Blood necklace, her hairpin-sword and Hermes' courting gift, an expanded bag that could hold the palace Poseidon built for Sally (Rhea may not have wanted to marry him, but the gifts were nice and really, if what he'd wanted was a simple tumble in the sheets with no strings attached she would have agreed. With the gods though, there were always strings).

The problem Rhea was currently facing, was that the bag didn't hold anything but her photo album, emergency first aid kit (that was as well supplied as a hospital one), ambrosia stash, sleeping bag, a bag of drachmas, and two spare change of clothes and six pairs of underwear. She had unpacked her belongings when they moved into the palace, so her bag had become her 'emergency quest' bag.

This wouldn't be a problem, except that drachmas were pure gold, and therefore useless for small purchases (what even was their value?) and she was getting sick of eating raw fish.

Plus, just because she could swim all day and stay dry didn't mean she wanted to. Sleeping in the ocean once in a while was fine, but it had been three days and she was sick of it (Davy Jones had dropped her in the middle of nowhere in the East Blue where the closest island she could sense was still a day away).

Which brought her back to now, where Rhea was approaching the boat, inside which she could sense two teenagers, to ask for a lift.

"Hello," she waved at the boy in the straw-hat and the older boy with green hair and three swords, "Could I get a lift?"