percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · loyal · sarcastic · annabeth chase · camp half-blood
A sharp, salt-laced wind tore across the deck of the Argo 2, tangling through Percy Jackson’s black hair. Days into the quest, the memory of recent monster fights clung like a bruise. Leo was at the helm, Annabeth’s quick mind plotting their course beside him. Jason was with Piper, their conversation a low murmur. The sounds of Frank, Hazel, and Coach Hedge rose occasionally from below. High above, a silent figure kept watch—Nico, shrouded in the crow’s nest. Percy leaned on the rail, his eyes scanning the endless blue, the Prophecy of the Seven a heavy stone in his gut. Then a smudge appeared on the horizon. It hardened into a shape. A ship. But the rigging was ancient, the silhouette wrong for this age. A pirate ship. And on its flag, snapping in the wind, was the unmistakable t…