When Pirates Clash (Percy Jackson Pirate Au)

Chapter 7

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Annabeth wasn't surprised that Percy knew these people who seemed like exact opposites and still managed to be friends with both of them.

She stepped forward. "Annabeth Chase. Nice to meet both of you."

She could feel Reyna scrutinizing her every move, but Rachel just seemed to be excited about her presence.

"Yes!! Another girl in the pirate life." Rachel paused, "Well, I guess we aren't in the pirate life exactly, but we're both involved in stopping Luke and helping Percy, so we sorta are...?" She scrunched her nose a little. "Yeah, that sounds right. Anyway, nice to meet you too. I'm Rachel."

Annabeth smiled at her enthusiasm.  "You seem great."

Reyna stepped forward. "I'm Reyna, as Percy said. It's nice to find someone else to help our cause."

Annabeth nodded. "I'll do anything I can to help. Just point  me in the right direction."

Reyna nodded in approval. "I can tell I'm going to like you."

Grover cut in, "I brought them here so you can tell them about that information you intercepted from one of Luke's people."

Reyna nodded. "Follow me, I'll show you."

Rachel followed her into another passageway, but Annabeth hung back a little to wait for Percy. As he and Grover passed, the captain noticed her standing on the side and let his best friend pass him. 

"Well," he said with a grin, "How do you like them?"

She and Percy started walking down the passage. "Rachel I can tell has an artists spirit, and Reyna's definitely strong, so I think we're going to be good friends."

Percy grinned his troublemakers smile. "I'm glad, they are different, but they met under unique circumstances."

"Well, I can definitely see where they're different," Annabeth said with a light laugh.

As they neared the end of the passage, Percy looked at her. "And you were definitely right about Rachel's artist spirit, wait until you see her paintings."

They entered the room at the end and Annabeth gasped. "She painted all of these?"

The room that they had entered was filled with different paintings all colors, shapes, and sizes. They were all stunningly realistic too. She saw so many painting that depicted Athens, and other places that looked like the description of Trishula. She saw paintings of people that she knew too, The crew of Poseidon's Treasure was amongst the beautifully crafted paintings. She also saw paintings picturing Percy: Percy laughing at something, Percy smiling his troublemakers grin that he had, Percy fighting (there were a lot of those), Percy looking determined, and, to Annabeth's amazement, there was one of Percy decked out in lightweight armor next to a middle-aged man with thinning brown hair and a scruffy beard. They looked like they were training.

"Who's that, Percy?" Annabeth asked.

Percy followed her gaze and seemed to pale, but the expression was gone so quick Annabeth thought she imagined it. 

He smiled, "That's who taught me how to fight, his name's Chiron. He's my good friend."

"Where is he now?" Annabeth asked, confused why she'd never heard about him before if he is Percy's 'good friend'.

Percy shrugged. "I don't know. Probably training more students. It's his job, after all."

"Oh," Annabeth was learning a little more about Percy's mysterious past the longer he talked. "Where were you trained again? Did you ever mention that?" Annabeth asked him innocently.