Still Reyna's POV...

Percy's ship, the Argo, was the biggest thing I'd ever seen at sea, besides a Galleon. At least twice as big as our ship, it must have been six hundred yards long and at least two hundred wide. With six massive sails and thousands of oars, I wondered what kind of speeds it could achieve in a heavy wind. The wood was beautifully cut— smooth, sturdy and intricately designed. At the front of the ship, a giant wooden dragonhead sat,

"Festus!", I crooned.

"Festus?", Theron said, pronouncing the name like it had personally done him wrong.

"Yes Theron, Festus. As in, the wooden dragonhead.", Mossit said. Mossit was a tall and honorable man, best with a spear (but a bit of a player with the ladies).

painted gold and gleaming in the sunlight. Attached to the railings, every twenty feet, were some heavy-duty looking weapons. They seemed to be giant crossbow that fired spears. Placed at regular intervals in-between these massive weapons were smaller ones— slings made of stretchy leather with a pocket, most likely for a jar of fire to sit in.

"Fire!", said Hector and Stelios said.

Most of the council looked appalled at first (they probably weren't used to Hector and Stelios being funny), but they quickly started laughing. That is, save Theron. Abderus had to hide a smirk, he probably thought he had to set an example.

"Those are ballista's," Percy said, pointing towards the massive crossbows. "They fire twelve-foot long spears with enough power to punch through the double hull of a ship and half the lower deck. Far more powerful than any cannon you have."

"Boo yah! Take that, British!", yelled Joku, a very patriotic man. Seriously, that man was just crazy, almost. I mean, I can get being proud of your country, (Most of the people in the room are) but Joku took it to a new level. In fact, a couple of years ago, he created a petition to change his middle name to "Lady", and his last name to "Greece". Needless to say, barely anyone signed it.

"But slower to reload," I pointed out, still awed by the craftsmanship and sheer size of the ship. I hated to admit it, but the Argo was far superior to my ship.

"Boo myah! Take that-", Joku managed to get out before Theron slammed his hand over his mouth.

Joku mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "British".

"I wouldn't count on it," Percy smiled. He looked so easy-going, so carefree, that I could barely see the other side of him: the deadly, cruel warrior who had pinned me against a wall and threatened to stab me with a sword to save his own men.

"Percy has been diagnosed as bipolar.", Pavlos added helpfully.

"Probably because of his father- the sea is ever changing.", I added.

He led me along the deck, pointing out the several marvels of engineering that were equipped on the Argo. I had studied architecture at school and, as much as I wanted to hate the ship, couldn't bring myself to. It was just too marvelous.

Joku looked like he was going to say something, but Theron quickly silenced any sounds he might have made with a single glare.

"Now, now, Theron. The man is only being patriotic. Might do you a little good, eh?", Pavlos exclaimed with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

The man in question opened and closed his mouth, looking very much the part of a gaping fish. 'About as ugly as one too', I thought, inwardly smiling.

"So," Percy said, as he led us below decks, a surprisingly roomy and well-lit space, in contrast to the gloomy and cramped quarters of the Arthur.

"Yet another reason the Grecians are better than the British!", Joku exclaimed proudly. This time nobody not even Theron, said anything. I think I might've seen Kriss and Elise share a smile. They were best friends, and Elise was president of the ladies knitting club. Contrary to popular belief, the Elise was a deadly, deadly woman. i think her knitting needles can be as deadly as a sword or ax with them in her hands.

"You must thing us to be savages, no?"

"We are NOT savages! You are!", Joku (of course) said, but also me, Hector, Stelios, Mossit, Pavlos, Abderus (now I was really suprised), Kriss, and Elise.

"You are," I snapped, making sure not to let my amazement show. "You killed my men without a second thought. You threatened to run me through with a sword. Now you're prepared to fire on a helpless ship!" If he was bothered by the insults, Percy didn't show it. He just smiled wisely and opened another door, gesturing for me to go in first.

"Ladies first!", said Calypso- wait, Calypso?

Apparently everyone else had the same reaction as I did, because they did a double take.

I located Calypso standing in the doorway to the Throne Room (I think that is where the meetings are held, correct me if I'm wrong.).

"Calypso", King Pavlos said frostily. "What exactly are you doing here?"

Calypso's lower lip stuck out in a pout.

"Reading a book about my future husband!", she said vainly.

Everyone in the room (excluding Calypso and Theron) rolled their eyes in unison.

"Please, as if Percy would marry a scum like you! He would rather kiss the bottom of the stable boys boots!", I retorted.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!", yelled Hector and Stelios."

"Ah, but we mustn't forget you were doing the same thing," Percy smirked. "As soon as you saw the Galleon all you thought about was riches. You threw caution out the wind, did you not?" He raised his eyebrows at me and I found I couldn't deny it, because I knew it was true. But Percy wasn't done. "And just think about the things you've done, Miss Chase. Raiding, pillaging and conquering any land that you see. I would go as far as to say you're the savage one here."

"Would you like some cream for that burn?", Stelios managed to sputter out, barely suppressing a snort of laughter.

I stared at him in disbelief. How could he suggest that? We were a civilized, highly technologically advanced country, who had permission from god to rule over any countries we wished in His mighty name. How dare this boy, this pirate, stand before me and suggest otherwise? They would all burn in hell, the lot of them.

Everyone (and I mean everyone) glared at the book. No one wanted to burn in hell.

"I speculate that would be very warm.", Hector said in a snotty voice, much like the stereotypical teacher.

"I believe so. It also might hurt.", said Stelios in the same voice.

That brightened up the room considerably.

After a moment Percy started walking again and I was forced to follow him, hurrying to keep up. We stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, Percy leading me through the ship and me admiring everything around us. We came to a huge forgery, with a fire roaring in the middle and the sound or hammers filling the air. Crude conveyor belts snaked across the roof, each holding a different sort of weapons. It was an impressive arsenal; from small knives to the twelve-foot spears Percy had been telling me about. It was no wonder the pirates could crush our men; with an arsenal like this, they could take on half of England with this.

Joku nodded smugly, his body actions saying what he wasn't: Boo yah! Take that British!"

A boy ran over to us. He was a couple of years older than Percy, covered in soot and ash. He was holding a glowing-hot, seven-foot long sword. It was massive, smooth bronze with a gem-inlaid handle and a name inscribed on the hilt: Ares,followed by some foreign letters that were probably Greek. I stared at the sword. Why would they make such a thing? No one could wield it, least of all Percy,

"Is this pitiful girl suggesting Percy is not super strong?", snapped Calypso.

"Yes.", sneered Theron. "Which he is not. That is, he is not 'super strong', as you so crudely put it."

and it seemed more for decoration that actual battle.

"Hey, Perce,"

"Oh my gods.", Stelios said.

"What?", Hector and I asked.

"I just realized that our nickname for Percy (Perce) sounds like purse!"

We all looked blankly at him, not getting it. Then, the room erupted into laughter.

the guy panted. "Swords' done. Sorry it took so long, the first hilt snapped off."

"It's alright, Beckendorf," Percy said. He examined the blade as Beckendorf poured water on it, cooling the blade with a hiss. Percy took to sword from him and felt its blade, nodding in approval.

"Ares will be pleased," he said. "Aye, don't you think it's a bit small?"

Small? What sort of creature could possible consider the massive broadsword small. Percy, despite obviously being well muscled,

"Is she checking him out?!", Calypso raged.

Nobody bothered to answer her, mostly because she was a prick, but also because-

(Here the narrator was interrupted by King Pavlos reading the book.)

was struggling under it's weight, and he was calling it small. They were mad.

"It's seven feet," Beckendorf shrugged. He took it from Percy, flipped it around and caught it by the hilt. I was impressed at his strength, but he looked ridiculous holding a blade taller than he was. Percy looked equally impressed at the display of strength and nodded in approval again. "Ares specified the length, and I made it." He put the sword down on a table and looked at me for the first time. His eyebrows scrunched up, and he frowned.

"Who's she?"

"Her names Annabeth," Percy introduced me. "She was on the ship we raided."

"And you're keeping her?" Beckendorf asked incredulously. It was obviously uncommon for the pirates to keep any hostages. Obviously, they were too stupid to understand the advantages that could come out of holding someone captive. It didn't surprise me.

"Hmmph.", a very lady-like well, lady whose name was Jasmine. (I kind of think of her like Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games.)

"I feel like this lady, "Annabeth Chase", is insulting us!"

"Really? And you haven't noticed, I don't know, ALL OF THE OTHER TIMES?!", I snarled.

It was about to turn into a full-out catfight (complete with a spear and a bottle of perfume), but King Pavlos silenced us with a raise of his hand and a quick stern glare.

"Am I the only one who notices?" Percy smiled. "That's a first. Look at her eyes, mate." Beckendorf did the same thing as Jason, looking into my grey eyes and stepping backwards, surprised.

"You don't think…"

I thought about that. Her eyes... She could be a-

"I wasn't going to take the chance," Percy told him grimly. "Anyways, we have a lot of ship to cover. Come one," he said to me, and walked off. I followed quickly, wanting to escape the scorching heat and repetitive ringing sounds of the forge.

"What do you know of the Legend of Azran?" Percy asked me as we passed through more corridors. He seemed to know his way around the ship like the back of his hand, which I found impressive. And I couldn't get over how handsome Percy was, with his sharp features and square jaw.

"Oh, that girl is going to GET IT!", snarled Calypso in a rage.

"Calm down, Calypso.", Mossit said in a soothing voice.

Meanwhile, Theron was fuming. "Him?! How is Prince Perseus handsome? I am infinitly more handsome than that mongrel!"

Clearing my throat, I focused on his question. It was one of the first things that children were taught in school: how our might King and Savior, Azran, was born during a time of horror. The Greeks ruled the world under false belief that they were children of the twelve Olympian Gods; Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hermes, Apollo, Hephaestus, Dionysus, Ares, Hera, Artemis, Athena, Demeter, Persephone and Aphrodite. King Azran however, was sent a message from the one and only God. It said that he was to go West by North and raise an army to fight these savages, restore his rule over the world and make sure all of creation new the truth: the He was our one and only might Savior. Following the instructions, Azran took the long trek up to the land called Spain, where he found hosts of independent nations living separate from each other. Armed with a book carrying the word of God and the Holy Crucifix, he united the tribes and led them in a battle against the mighty Greeks. With the power of God on his side, Azran was able to slay Perseus, leader of the Greeks, and restore rule to God. Some Greeks escaped, however, and were now hiding in their own lands, scavenging and fighting for limited resources.

"Ah, the Brits stupidity... Never fails to make me laugh.", King Pavlos muttered.

Calypso and Theron looked like they weren't paying any attention. How like them. Theron and Calypso would pay attention when it came to Percy, but not when the King is taking. Again, how nice.

I had spent hours studying this tale, learning about everything I could. I looked up to Mighty King Azran. He had given us power, and wealth, and prosperity, and for that, I offered my life to God as a servant of His will, patrolling the seas to keep order in the world.

And yet, when I told this to Percy, he just laughed. I felt anger bubble up inside of me. How dare he laugh in the face of God? Did he truly believe in those inferior tales of twelve gods who gave birth to men?

"Um, yeah actually, he does. Considering he is the son of one, he is living proof.", Stelios said a little obviously.

"Is that what they tell you in school?" Percy asked me, and I nodded defiantly. He chuckled again, shaking his head, and I wished I had a weapon in my hands. I would strike him down, no matter how mighty a warrior he was, because I had His power on my side.

"Not, really.", Hector said.

"God will punish you for your insolence," I spat at him angrily. "You will spend an eternity burning in the pits of Hell."

"Doubt it."

"Doubt it," Percy replied nonchalantly.

"I think like Perce!", I said in a fake horrified voice.

"The horror!", Stelios said.

"The horror!", Hector said

"I'm not doubting God. Whether there is a God, a mighty, divine presence who looks over the whole Universe, I know not, nor do I doubt. But gods, as in plural, I can vouch for. I've met them."

"Yes, he has!", Pavlos said in the voice a real father would say in when his son had accomplished something great.

I laughed at his incredulity. A slight blush crept onto his cheeks, but he didn't back down. "You really expect me to believe that?" I asked him. "Your silly gods? You think they exist?"

"I don't think they exist," Percy retorted. "I know they exist. I'm a descendant from one."

"Bum bum buuuuuummm!", Hector and Stelios said in a very omnimous voice.

"The big reveal!", I said. "5 drachmas says that she doesn't believe him.

"No way am I taking that bet! She obviously doesn't believe him!", Stelios said.

I laughed in his face when he said this.

"See?", Stelios said.

I shrugged. "I was betting that your stupidity would get me a free 5 drachmas.

He really believed that? He must be even dumber than I thought at first. Percy didn't react as I laughed, just standing there, looking at me expectantly.

"Are you done?"

"How can you believe that?" I asked him. "Greek Gods…"

"How can you believe in your god?" Percy challenged. I was prepared for this question. Gosh, he was so predictable.

"Because we have the Bible," I told him smugly. "The word of God. If you knew how to read, then maybe I could lend you a copy and you could learn some real religion."

I winced. Bad thing to say...

His face took on a dangerous expression, his green eyes burning with anger.

"When he does that don't you think his eyes look like Greek fire?"

I shivered. Scary.

"You may be English," he snarled. "And you may be under the protection of God. But we're sailing in Greek waters now, lass. Your god can't protect you here. Don't forget where you are, and who you're with. You'll treat my crew with the utmost respect, and if you don't, gods help me what they may do to you. This isn't your ship, and these aren't your rules."

I held his gaze, although it was scary.

"Greek fire scary.", Mossit said.

Elise and Kriss laughed.

He winked at them.

I feared he may pull Riptide on me, but after a moment he cleared his throat and his face resumed its normal expression. "You think your legends to be true? Perhaps I should explain the politics behind the actual war."

Politics? He knew what those were? Maybe they actually were a bit civilized. Everything I had seen so far had contradicted my view that pirates were savages. The beautifully made ship, the skilled fighting and the high-tech weapons all went against that view.

"Boo yah! Take that, British!", guess who said.

"Your first King, Azran, was a brother of Perseus," Percy told me. "A half-brother that is. Born from the same mother, although they had differed fathers. Perseus was what you might call a demi-god, half mortal, half god."

"Like you." I stated incredulously, and he nodded.

"In fact, I'm named after the great Perseus," Percy explained. "But never mind. Ever since birth, Perseus was an enigma, the clear heir to the throne of Greece. He could fight, he was diplomatic, he was an incredible strategist. And then came along Azran.

"Now, they were brothers through blood, although Azran was completely mortal. This caused a deep envy for his brother, Perseus, who was half god. Azran grew up in Perseus's shadow, always the younger brother, with no demi-god powers. He trained with his brother, although he was never as good as him.

"What is your point?" I demanded. This tale went against everything I had ever believed in. We were walking again, Percy leading us back up onto the deck and into the sunlight. We were still not twenty feet from the Arthur, Greeks throwing valuables from our ship to theirs.

"Once your Perseus reached age eighteen, he was crowned as king of Greece." This I knew, although the books I had read described Perseus as a savage tyrant, who killed for the fun of it and had no value for human life. Percy continued his story. "This was the last straw for Azran. At night, he snuck into the grand palace of the Greeks and planted a Greek fire bomb, before fleeing north to the lands of Spain and gathering an army. He killed his brother and several councilmen in the explosion, sending Greece into Chaos. The guards were furious at your brother, but he was out of their power. That is, until Azran led his army against the Greeks. Outnumbered and still in shock, the Greeks were slaughtered in their own home." I felt deep satisfaction at this. Of course my people could beat the Greeks. We were far superior.

Joku had to be held back by three of the council members.

"Your King won the war," Percy said. "But at a terrible cost. He was cursed by the gods and fell ill mere days after his battle. He passed away a week later, and now he suffers in the Fields of Punishment of the underworld."

It was a good story, I had to admit. Well though-of, well spoken, and it fit with the bible recently. But it wasn't true. It couldn'tbe true. Ever since I was younger, I had been taught that the way of god was the only way. He was our mighty ruler, and whatever he said, we obeyed without question. That was the way life should be, spent preparing for the afterlife. Those who deserved it got to spend the rest of eternity in His divine presence, those who didn't either were purified in purgatory or burned in Hell.

"So if the Greeks are dead, then what are you?" I asked Percy, wanting to hear the rest of his story. It was odd, almost as if I felt a connection to this ridiculous tale. Like… I was one of them?

This confirmed my thoughts from earlier.

The thought alone was unbearable. I couldn't be related to these savages, these unholy creatures who scavenged for resources and worshipped all the wrong gods.

Ah, I thought. But you are.

"One group escaped the slaughter," he said. "Led by the mortal Jason, and under instructions from Hera, they retreated to the Greek aisles and built a civilization there. They built the mightiest navy the world has ever known and prepared for when the English would find them. When it happened, as they had known it would, they rigged traps in their city and escaped on the boats. We're descendants from those men, the original crusaders of the gods."

"So that's what you do," I summed up snarkily. "Sail around hiding for all of eternity."

"If you were any different, Riptide would be tainted with your blood by now," Percy warned. "We're under order from the gods themselves to keep order in the world. We sail the waters, fighting monsters and making sure the Titan's don't rise and crush civilization. This is the Argo, the mightiest ship ever to sail, and this is my crew. The legends say we're descendants from Hercules himself. The ancient scrolls of the oracle say that someday we'll bring balance to the world and restore Greek power, and I'll do anything I can to make that happen. Our gods are weakened from lack of worship, but they will grow strong once again."

Thunder boomed.

Before I could even think about this, I realized action around us had resumed. The sails were going up, and the Argowas sailing away from the Arthur. The pirates must have taken anything worth value. One thing that didn't make sense, though, was that they were leaving the ship, with the whole crew, on board. What were they doing?

And then came Jason's voice: "FIRE THE BALLISTAS!" Percy looked surprised that he wasn't the one giving the orders. He rushed to the front of the boat, stepping up onto the railing and grabbing a rope to keep himself steady. He looked regal and warlike, the wind blowing in his air and his green eyes focused on my boat.

"As a future king and a captain should,", Pavlos stated.

Then a bright green streak shot out of the Argo and slammed into the hull of the Arthur, exploding in a flash of brilliant light. I watched in shock; my whole crew, the only family I had ever known, was aboard that ship. I watched as another streak crash into the hull, then another. The whole ship was ablaze now, green flames roaring viciously, leaping into the sky and claiming the ship for their own. Satisfied, we turned away from the Arthur and began sailing at an incredible speed, the wind catching the six massive sails and pushing us clear.

"Percy!" I begged as the ballista's continued to fire, ripping wholes in the Arthur. "Percy, make them stop! Please!I'll do anything! Let them live! PLEASE!" I was on my knees now, begging the captain because there was nothing else I could do. Percy just stood there, his jaw set, staring out at my sinking ship.

Rage overtook me in that one instant. I saw red, and before I knew what was happening, I had grabbed Riptide from Percy's hip and plunged it into his stomach down to the hilt. I twisted, before yanking it out again and watching as he fell to the deck. Then I raised it and prepared for the final blow that would end his life.

A echoed through out the room.

Ok sorry for not updating. Our power was out cuz of a tornado. Hope you like all of te OC's. Who got the "ladies knitting club" reference? And the characters Elise and Kriss?