Wildflowers, Percy Jackson ₁

009, grade a simp

CHAPTER 9

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They ended up stealing Blackbeard's pirate ship, because why the fuck not?

There was an actual reason, though—Percy had chosen it for sailing and Sylvie and Annabeth didn't have time to protest. They hopped on the ship, mostly believing that they were fucked, but to their surprise Percy made a pretty good pirate.

The Queen Anne's Revenge responded to his every command. He knew which ropes to hoist, which sails to rise, which direction to steer. The group of three plowed through the waves—to quote Percy—pretty fucking fast for a sailing ship.

They sailed through the night.

Percy told Sylvie and Annabeth that he would be fine by himself and made them try to get some rest below deck. The moment Annabeth lied down in her hammock, she was out like a light (which, Sylvie didn't blame her—Annabeth had saved their collective asses today). However, sleep did not find Sylvie as easily.

Sylvie didn't really remember the images that plagued her mind this time, but she did know it kept her up. All she could recall were voices and quick flashes of five people, and maybe even mentions of the two decisions that the hero would be making in the Great Prophecy. When Sylvie gasped awake, there was a bone-chilling feeling crawling in her gut.

After that, Sylvie couldn't fall asleep again. She had only been sleeping for around an hour, and she was pretty sure that was the best it was gonna get for her tonight. Sylvie let out an exhausted exhale as she got up from her hammock—not tiresome exhaustion, but a bone-deep exhaustion that never went away; it was a product of so many years living her life like this, not really living at all.

Sylvie came up from the deck, but Percy didn't seem to notice. That didn't surprise Sylvie, because he never really noticed her.

He was just watching the horizon of the sea—a breeze flying through his messy, black hair and the moon bathing him in an otherworldly glow. Sylvie remembered now why she had been so enamored by him from the very first day. Percy had this natural ability to look like he belonged—like he didn't even have to prove himself because he was the person everyone wanted to prove themselves to. Right now, manning the Queen Anne's Revenge, he was in his element. You could've told Sylvie that he owned the sea beneath their ship, and she would've believed you. The whole ordeal had Sylvie paralyzed, enraptured in a whole different kind of sea—a sea that came in the form of Percy Jackson.

Gods almighty, she might need a lobotomy.

Sylvie utilized the fact Percy hadn't seen her yet. She let herself watch him for a few more moments, before she made her presence known. It wasn't every day that you were sailing on a pirate ship with the boy you'd been yearning for since May 29th of last year—and there was no threat currently attacking them, which was definitely a bonus. Sylvie would only be his quest-mate for so long before it all ended, and she'd go back to being that hazardous Demeter kid no one tried befriending.