(This story was made somewhere about six months ago, whereas the previous one shot is about a days worth of unused ideas)
Percy Jackson stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the horizon, his thoughts heavy with uncertainty. He had been transported again, and this time, it felt different. There was no sign of Camp Half-Blood, no Annabeth, no Grover—just an endless expanse of sea and a strange fleet surrounding him.
The ship he was on wasn't your typical ancient Greek trireme. Instead, it was a massive steel battleship, gleaming in the midday sun. Percy felt the power of the ocean beneath him, steadying his nerves, but the ship he was on... it felt alive, almost like it had a soul.
The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. Percy turned to see a girl walking toward him, her silver hair fluttering in the wind. She wore a dark military uniform adorned with sharp, mechanical armor.
"Are you going to stand there and stare all day?" the girl asked, her tone a mix of amusement and impatience.
"Sorry, I'm just... trying to figure out where I am," Percy replied, gripping Riptide in his hand, though he didn't feel an immediate threat from her. "Who are you?"
The girl raised an eyebrow. "I'm Belfast, Royal Maid of the Royal Navy. You're aboard the ship *Belfast*—or rather, I am *Belfast*."
Percy blinked. "You are the ship?"
Belfast gave a nod, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Not in the way you're thinking. We're shipgirls, embodiments of warships from different nations. And you, stranger, who are you?"
"Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon," he replied, half-expecting disbelief, but Belfast only nodded thoughtfully.
"The sea god's son, is it? No wonder you appeared here," she mused. "The ocean seems to have a way of calling certain people to its aid."
Just as Percy was about to ask more questions, a loud explosion echoed across the water. Percy's heart raced as he turned toward the source of the noise. In the distance, dark, menacing ships with glowing red eyes were moving toward the fleet. They were massive, mechanical abominations—clearly not human.
"Siren fleet incoming!" a voice called out. It came from a girl standing on a nearby ship, this one with short, fiery red hair and a determined expression.
Belfast's demeanor shifted instantly, her smile vanishing. "Looks like we've got no time for introductions. Sirens are our enemies—mechanical beings from the depths of the ocean, constantly trying to overthrow humanity's hold on the seas."
Without hesitation, Belfast summoned what appeared to be twin swords that materialized from her ship armor. She turned to Percy. "We could use your help, son of Poseidon."
Percy glanced at the approaching Siren fleet, their sinister weapons glowing with energy. He felt a strange kinship with the shipgirls, like he belonged in this strange naval battlefield.
"Yeah," he said, drawing Riptide. "I think I can manage."
The water beneath the ships began to ripple as Percy tapped into his divine powers. The Sirens launched the first volley of missiles, streaking through the sky toward them. Percy acted on instinct, raising his hand and commanding the ocean. Massive pillars of water erupted from the sea, forming a protective barrier that absorbed the incoming attack.
Belfast smiled approvingly as she charged toward the enemy with lightning speed, her blades cutting through the air. She was joined by several other shipgirls—Enterprise, a tall and stoic girl with a commanding presence, launched planes from the deck of her ship that zoomed overhead, firing at the Sirens. Another girl, Ayanami from the Sakura Empire, moved with deadly precision, her torpedoes racing through the water to strike the enemy ships.
Percy summoned the ocean to his command, using it to push the Siren fleet off-balance. The waves surged under his control, flipping some of the smaller enemy ships and throwing their attacks off-course.
Enterprise's voice crackled over the communication channel. "Percy, we need to take down the command ship! It's the one controlling the rest of the fleet."
Percy's eyes locked onto the largest Siren ship in the center of the formation. It was bigger than anything he had seen, a monstrosity of steel and machinery, bristling with weapons and glowing with dark energy.
"I'll handle it!" Percy shouted.
With a powerful leap, he dived into the ocean, the water parting for him as he surged toward the command ship like a torpedo. His body moved effortlessly through the sea, and as he approached the ship, he could feel the dark, chaotic energy emanating from it. It felt wrong, like the sea was corrupted by its very presence.
Percy emerged from the water, standing on a wave that lifted him to the ship's level. He raised Riptide and summoned a massive torrent of water, sending it crashing against the Siren command ship. But it wasn't enough—the ship was too massive, too powerful to be destroyed by water alone.
The command ship fired back, launching a barrage of missiles and energy blasts. Percy narrowly dodged the attacks, diving beneath the waves again.
Just as he was about to make another attack, a powerful beam of light shot past him, slamming into the Siren ship. Percy turned to see Enterprise, standing on her own ship with her bow drawn, a look of fierce determination on her face.
"Together," she called out.
Percy nodded, feeling the weight of the ocean's power behind him. He raised his arms, summoning the largest wave he could muster. The wave rose higher and higher, towering over the Siren ship. With a shout, Percy unleashed it, slamming it down onto the enemy vessel.
At the same time, Enterprise released another powerful shot, striking the ship's core. The command ship groaned, sparks flying as it began to break apart, sinking beneath the waves.
The remaining Sirens scattered, their command ship destroyed, and the battle was over.
Back on the deck of *Belfast*, Percy caught his breath as the shipgirls gathered around him.
"You're quite the fighter," Belfast said with a small smile. "We could use someone like you in our fight."
Percy grinned, wiping the seawater from his face. "Thanks, but I've got my own war to fight back home. Though, this wasn't a bad warm-up."
Enterprise stepped forward, her eyes softening. "If you ever find yourself in need of allies at sea again, you know where to find us."
As the sun began to set on the horizon, Percy felt the familiar tug of magic pulling him back to his world. He gave the ship girls one last nod before disappearing into the twilight, leaving behind the strange and powerful fleet of Azur Lane.
The End
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