percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · loyal · sarcastic · annabeth chase · camp half-blood
The salty breeze whipped through Percy’s black hair on the Argo 2’s deck. Days into the quest, monsters lurked in memory. Leo steered with Annabeth; Jason tended to Piper; Frank, Hazel, and Coach Hedge occupied the lower decks. Nico kept watch in the crow’s nest. Percy stared at the endless horizon, wondering when the Prophecy of the Seven would end, until a silhouette emerged. A ship? A pirate ship? The flag bore Poseidon’s trident. Faint mist curled on deck, accompanied by an unfamiliar sea shanty. “Hey, Nico! Do you see that?!” Percy shouted upward. “Yeah. I see it. There are ghosts on that ship.” Nico’s voice drifted down. Mist resolved into spirits. At the helm stood a young woman, Percy’s age.