Perseus.

Percy.

Jackson.

Jack.

Perseus.

Percy.

Jackson.

Jack.

Four people, possibly three.

Perseus- Last seen at four years old, merman, servant to the royal sirens.

Percy- Servant to the royal family in the mortal world, the Olympians.

Jackson- Captain of The Stormy Chase, pirate.

Jack- My future fiancée, possibly Jackson.

Annabeth stared at the log she had kept. She wouldn't be getting anymore information on Perseus, maybe on Percy... Jackson was a mystery, of course, every theory she had of him could be wrong in every way possible.

Then there was Jack, her future husband (which she would gladly murder).

Five days, she has hung out with him five, freakin days, and she already wanted to chuck herself back into the ocean. He was nothing more than an arrogant fool, but she couldn't get out of the marriage, not when it had been set in stone for, oh, about THIRTEEN YEARS!

Royalty could seriously suck, in Annabeth's opinion. First she was sent away to some random world she didn't even want to be in, second she had a stupid new name, and third she was practically engaged to a big-headed LOSER who didn't know shīt.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"M'l-- Annie? Uh, breakfast! O-or it's... brunch? Whatever the heck this is!" Percy called, causing Annabeth to snort and laugh. For a servant he wasn't very educated on what he was serving.

"Come on in, Percy."

Percy opened the door, carrying a metal tray in his hands.

"Whatever this is, it's served." he put the tray down on the table as Annabeth moved her paper to the side, flipping it upside down.

"Care to join me?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow, motioning to the food.

Percy's eyes widened and he shook his head. He bowed, "I-I am sorry Annie, I cannot. A servant only eats food a servant is ordered to eat."

"Then I order you to eat this food!"

"Again I cannot, it was prepped for the princess and the princess alone, not for a grungy servant mouth like mine."

"It's not grungy, I don't think I've seen you eating dirt lately." Annabeth teased.

Before Percy could respond Jack entered the room, swinging the door open.

"Annabelle." he greeted.

Slowly Percy moved the tray up, covering his face.

Jack raised an eyebrow, grabbing the tray and ripping it out of the servant's hands, causing the boy to fly forwards.

"I can still see you man-slave." Jack hissed, "Get up, and leave us be."

As an answer Percy squeaked and quickly crawled out of the room on his hands and knees. Jack shut the door behind him.

Annabeth looked at Jack with complete and utter distaste, bringing a cup to her lips.

"What?" Jack asked.

Dickhead.

"Nothing." Annabeth said simply, "Just thinking."

"About what?"

About slowly roasting you over a fire.

"Just... stuff."

"Stuff?" he crossed his arms, obviously not convinced.

Why are you only smart when I'm hiding something!?

"Yes."

To her surprised Jack sighed, "Alright."

He actually dropped it! He actually let it be! Hallelujah it must be my lucky day!

"Look." he sat down next to her, sighing. "I know I'm not the nicest..."

That's a mighty big understatement.

"... but I will try to be a good husband to you."

Try being the keyword.

"But to tell the truth, I don't want to marry you anymore."

Wait, what? Am I hearing right or have I just gone crazy.

"I used to, I really did." he said, "Don't be offended... when we met as kids I thought you were stunning, your attitude how you didn't take crap from anyone.... don't get me wrong your still like that, I just... don't feel that way about you anymore."

Does this mean I can throw you in the harbor? YES!

Okay Annabeth, be serious. You must be serious, you must not laugh!

And she laughed.

She laughed and laughed, having to set her cup down to stop from spilling it all over them.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her, his expression clearly saying, 'You're insane.'

Annabeth gripped his shoulder, trying to calm down. "I-I'm sorry." she stammered, bursting into a fit of giggles. "J-just everything..."

Jack clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.

"You sound like a dying goat."

Annabeth's laughs stopped and he looked over at him, ready to punch him in the face-- then she saw his smirk. He was teasing! That little bastard-- wait, he knew how to joke?

"I sound like royal dying goat!" Annabeth exclaimed, prying his hand off of her mouth.

"I don't think that's helping your case."

Annabeth swatted his arm, "Rude!"

"Just speaking the truth!" he put his hands up in surrender.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Now there's the definition of maturity, folks. Come on Annabeth dear, let's show the people."
Annabeth's face turned cold. "What did you just call me?"

Jack's eyes visibly bulged, but it went away so fast Annabeth thought she imagined it.

"Annabeth." he said casually. "I overheard a servant speaking of you, and he called you by that name. Is it a nickname?"

He...? No one knows my real name, though.

"No. I just prefer Annabeth over Annabelle."

Because Annabelle sounds like I'm some little princess who can't even brush her own hair.

"Ah." he nodded, "We have Annie, Annabeth, and Annabelle. You have too many names."

You might have Jack and Jackson, jackass.

Okay, too many Jacks, Annabeth, shut up and talk to him-- wait, that didn't make sense.

Annabeth shrugged, "And?"

"Nothing."

Awkward silence.

Annabeth glanced around the room, breaking the silence by clearing her throat. "So, on that whole... marriage thing. If we both disagree...?"

"We still can't get out of it." he finished. "Unless you want us both to go flying head first into the icy cold waters."

Yes! My home! Wait, I wouldn't have my tail, and I would drown, shit, nevermind.

"No thank you." Annabeth said.

"Figured." he got to his feet. "Well, we have until your seventeen. Which is in...?"

"A few months."

"A few months to find true love." Jack patted her on the head. "Maybe you should consider that servant boy."

"Wait-- what?" Annabeth's cheeks flushed, "I-I... I mean... I-I couldn't even.. w-we couldn't..."

"It's something called a joke, hon. Look it up."

"I know what joking is!"

"Apparently not." he winked, taking his leave.

So he went from an arrogant jerk to a joking bastard? Well then.

Annabeth finished up her food and drink, clapping her hands afterwards.

Percy's head poked out of the closet. "He's gone, right?"

"HOW THE HADES DID YOU GET IN THE CLOSET!?"

"Secret servant passage. Duh."

"Right. But yes, Mr. Jackass is gone."

"Too many Jack's." Percy copied her thoughts from earlier, coming out of the closet with a tray.

"Jackson, Jack, Jackass." Annabeth nodded.

Percy leaned down to pick up the dishes, but he never got the chance.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. The servant's body fell to the ground with a sickening thud. 

The man behind him sheathed his sword, grinning. He was almost identical to Jack, except he had dark brown eyes. Well, eye, the other was covered by an eyepatch.

"WHAT THE HE--"

"Language, sweetheart." the boy chirped.

"I'LL SAY WHAT I WANT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"I'm not a dog though."

Annabeth scowled, leaning down to Percy. "Hey, hey servant boy. Wake up. Wake up. Get up. Do something. Eat a fly. SOMETHING!"

Percy's eyes flicked up to her, "Eat... a fly?" he rasped.

"Yes!"

"He won't die, you know." the man said. "He'll just be out of commission."

Annabeth's eyes moved to the blood on Percy's back. It was spreading rapidly across his shirt, just like...

She covered her mouth, keeping herself from throwing up. 

Luke.

"Ah yes, my poor second mate." the man said in mock sympathy, "Don't you remember him? Don't you remember that... pleasant feeling of letting your blade slip and fall through his chest?"

He drew his sword again, positioning it over Percy's neck. "Though, the neck is so much more fun to cut."

Annabeth gulped. "W-who are you?" she stammered.

"Jackson, King of the seas, at your service." he chuckled, letting the sword drop a bit more, the tip of the blade resting on Percy's neck.

"Why kill a servant?" Annabeth asked, "He's has done nothing."

"I kill for sport, love. Do you need anymore of a reason?"

"YES!"

He clicked his tongue, "Then maybe you can show--"

The sword fell out of his hands and Annabeth lunged for it, snagging it before it could go far in Percy's skin.

Jackson's eye twitched and he turned around, Jack in the doorway.

There goes that theory.

Jack breathed heavily, holding a mini table in his hands. "You don't harm anyone here." he growled.

"Ahh Jack my boy, how's your day holdin' up?"

"Just fine until you showed up, Captain."

Jackson smiled. "I always seem to make the best entrances, don't you agree?"

"Never."

"Hey, hey jackasses!" Annabeth yelled, clapping her hands, "Dude dying on the floor, like right now."

"I'm not dying, just in pain." Percy muttered.

"Shut up, you're dying."

"Yes ma'am..."

Annabeth straightened, looking Jackson in the eye. "You will leave."

"Why should I? My ship is docked on the shores, I just came to give the royal family my greetings."

"Well we don't want your hello, stay in a hotel and murder someone else!"

Did I just say that?

"You have invaded my territory." Jack snarled, "We were here first, so according to sailing law, you must leave."
"No thank you. Now miss, if you'd kindly hand me my weapon." he snatched the sword from Annabeth's hands.

"You want this territory? You can fight for it." Jackson raised his sword.

Jack hesitated, looking at Jackson. He sighed, "Whatever it takes." his hand gripped his sword, drawing it from it's scabbard.

"SHIT!" Annabeth covered her head as their swords clashed.

"Get the servant boy out of here!" Jack yelled, backing up to the doorway, Jackson pushing him back.

"HOW!? IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED YOUR COVERING--"

Even in the midst of battle Jack managed to sent her a look that clearly said, 'Are you that stupid?"

"Oh."

Annabeth grabbed Percy (who was, surprisingly light) and ran to the closet, slamming it shut as soon as she entered it.

"Uhh secret servant quarters, secret..." she scanned the small space. 

"Damnit! I can't do anything in this darkness." she ran her finger over the walls, searching an imperfection in the wall.

Finally she found it, a small dent in the wall that suggested the start of a sliding door.

With one hand she pried open the passage, taking Percy and herself in.

She closed the door behind her, setting Percy down onto his own feet.
"Please tell me you alive." she said.

"Just a shoulder wound, nothing big." Percy grunted, "I'll be fine."

"I thought you were dead you idiot!" Annabeth slapped him across the face, making Percy run into the wall.

He groaned, screwing his eyes shut. He hugged himself, "You said that."

Oh. Crud. I don't think slapping him against the wall is gonna help his condition...

"Sorry..."

"It's fine." he shook his head. "Come on..."

"Wait, but Jack--"

"He'll be fine." Percy assured her, "A fighter like Jack won't be going down easy."

"But... alright..." Annabeth nodded and the two made their way to the medic's room.

I've gotta get there fast. If he's not treated soon...

---

"Think they're gone?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Can't hear 'em anymore." Jackson said and they both put away their weapons.

"You're a better actor than I thought." Jack complimented.

"Thank you." Jackson laughed heartily, taking off his wig. He took off the eyepatch, "Very hard playing a man."

"Why do you think you're the actor of our crew?" Jack grinned, helping her with her brown hair.

"Because I'm awesome." she shrugged, putting the wig and eyepatch into a bag. "But playing the Captain is fun."

"You made him too rude. Well, maybe rude isn't the right word... too twisted."

"Too bad."

"You'll go to hell someday, Mclean."

"Right after you, Jack." she winked, running her fingers through her hair. "Is he set?"

"Yes." Jack nodded. "Best of all, those idiots know nothing." he glanced over at the direction Annabeth and Percy had gone in.

"We're just that good." Mclean laughed. 

"The Captain was correct." Jack said, "This plan might actually work..."

"Unless Ghost fails." Mclean interrupted, "Then we're all dead meat."

"Ghost doesn't fail, Di Angelo doesn't fail, we don't fail." Jack said softly.

"He is coming in tonight, correct?"

"Correct."

BAM.

Thoughts?
Concerns?

Confusion?

Good.

I'm writing this with @Percy_BlackAdder at my side on the document, and this was her guess on what's happening, see if yours is similar:

'PERCY IS NICO, AND JACK IS SOMEONE ELSE, THE REAL PERSEUS IS THE SIREN SERVANT BOY WHO IS NOW THE REAL CAPTAIN'

I can't tell you if she was close or not, sowwy.

But if you have a guess comment it below, I'd love to see what people think.

I also love the confusion I'm creating. :3

~Silver

P.S.
This chapter is proof that I'm CRAP at action scenes.

Seriously I wanna f'cking punch myself.

Enjoy