Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Sink Clarisse's Battleship

(Y/N)'s POV

"You are in so much trouble," Clarisse said. We'd just finished a ship tour we didn't want, through dark rooms overcrowded with dead sailors. We'd seen the coal bunker, the boilers and engine, which huffed and groaned like it would explode any minute.

We'd seen the pilot house and the powder magazine and gunnery deck, which was Clarisse's favourite, with two Dahlgren smoothbore cannons on the port and starboard sides and a Brooke nine-inch rifled gun fore and aft – all specially refitted to fire celestial bronze cannonballs.

Everywhere we went, dead Confederate sailors stared at us, their ghostly bearded faces shimmering over their skulls. They approved of Annabeth because she told them she was from Virginia. Everywhere I went they bowed to me. It was infuriating.

Of course Ares would have confederate soldiers. "Where are you from?" they would ask, repeatedly, until I finally snapped. "I don't know! Leave me alone! And the next piece of scum that bows to me gets turned to dust!" I shouted.

They were interested in Percy too, because his name was Jackson like the Southern general but then he 'ruined it' by telling them he was from New York. They all hissed and muttered curses about Yankees.

Tyson was terrified of them. All through the tour, he insisted Annabeth hold his hand, which she didn't look too thrilled about. "Can you hold my hand too?" I asked, extending my hand and giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "I think this ship has enough corpses on it don't you?" She said dismissively, I think she was just in a bad mood because she had to babysit Tyson, and she was still sad about Luke. I paused, "Oh...right." I frowned, looking down, that one stung.

Finally, we were escorted to dinner. The CSS Birmingham captain's quarters were about the size of a walk-in closet, but still much bigger than any other room on board. The table was set with white linen and china.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, potato chips and a bunch of other stuff like Dr Peppers were served by skeletal crewmen. I didn't want to eat anything served by ghosts. Just like papa used to make.

"Tantalus expelled you for eternity," Clarisse told us smugly. "Mr D said if any of you show your face at camp again, he'll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV." "Did they give you this ship?" I asked.

"Course not. My father did." "Ares?" Percy asked, Clarisse sneered. "You think your daddy is the only one with sea power? The spirits on the losing side of every war owe a tribute to Ares. That's their curse for being defeated."

"What!" I said, anger rising in my chest, how did I not know that? Maybe because they were under Ares' domain now. Clarisse shrugged, "I prayed to my father for a naval transport and here it is. These guys will do anything I tell them. Won't you, Captain?"

The captain stood behind her looking stiff and angry. His glowing green eyes fixed me with a hungry stare. "If it means an end to this infernal war, ma'am, peace at last, we'll do anything. Destroy anyone." Clarisse smiled. "Destroy anyone. I like that."

Tyson gulped. "Clarisse," Annabeth said, "Luke might be after the Fleece, too. We saw him. He's got the coordinates and he's heading south. He has a cruise ship full of monsters –" "Good! I'll blow him out of the water."

"You don't understand," Annabeth said. "We have to combine forces. Let us help you –" "No!" Clarisse pounded the table. "This is my quest, smart girl! Finally I get to be the hero, and you three will not steal my chance."

"Where are your cabin mates?" I asked. "You were allowed to take two friends with you, weren't you?" "They didn't...I let them stay behind. To protect the camp." She defended, clearly embarrassed. Percy smiled, "You mean even the people in your own cabin wouldn't help you?" "Shut up, Prissy! I don't need them! Or you!"