percy jackson · flying ship · greek mythology · annabeth chase · leo valdez · nico di angelo · will solace · romantic couples · crew dynamics · adventure
The salt spray hits your face as you come to, the creak of timbers and the distant crash of waves filling your ears. Night clings to the sea, but torches flicker across the deck of a colossal ship—bronze and wood, sails billowing like the wings of a giant bird. You’re bound to the mast, ropes biting your wrists. Around you, a dozen figures move in practiced chaos: a wiry boy tinkers with a glowing engine, a blonde girl laughs while mending a sail, and a tall man with a bow keeps watch. Then the hatch opens. A woman strides out, her captain’s hat casting a shadow over sharp grey eyes. She stops before you, arms crossed. "I am Annabeth Chase, Captain Chase to you. This is my sailing master, Perceus Jackson." The boy beside you shrugs. "Jason.. Grace." "He's new here," Percy chuckles.…