Buried Treasure

Chapter Two

Pirates. They were all pirates. Every one of the same. Pirates, thieving, conniving, murderous pirates. That's how the crown made pirates out of be. Jason and Leo were still standing above Percy, who struggled to a sitting position. His clothes were ripped and in bad shape from the storm. His clothes weren't the only thing destroyed, but his memories of the storm. The last thing Percy could recall before he woke on the ships deck was someone calling his name. Someone familiar. It came so quickly the crew Percy was apart of didn't even have time to stabilize the riggings. Then all he remembered was a crack of lightning in the sky before the sea devoured the ship. As far as Percy could tell from those 3 days in the water, he was the only survivor.

"Water!" Jason commanded once Percy's face took a sickly green color, and the crew members shuffled out and a bucket of fresh water was delivered to the survivor. With no hesitation Percy gorged on the water to battle his dehydration. Upon finished he wiped his mouth and returned the bucket, gasping.

Licking his now moisten lips Percy thanked the men. With a nod Jason stood. "You are one of us now. Apart of the crew, but you must recover and rest. Leo!" Hearing his name Leo stood beside Jason with an almost perky personality. "See if we can get Perseus fresh clothes and a sword. He'll need it for these seas." With a smirk Leo disappeared below deck.

On Percy's third attempt to stand, his legs gave out. Jason and another crew member, Frank, caught him and helped him below deck to the sleeping quarters. Rows of hammocks hung from the ceilings. On the way Percy caught a glimpse of a wooden door, carved very detailed at the top of stairs. Captains quarters, Percy guessed.

Being laid upon a hammock, he closed his eyes feeling weak. Weaker than he ever had before. Leo returned with what looked like clothes and a sword. Jason handed it to the pirate in bed. "We discovered it a few miles away. Recovered from a ship wreck. I believe its yours." Sure enough when Percy gripped the hilt 'riptide' was written in Greek. His sword. A gift from his father before he died.

The clothes were folded under his hammock with a pair of boots. "Rest now." Jason said as Percy closed his sea green eyes. "Thank you captain." Percy managed with a weak voice . With a smirk in his direction, Jason shook his head. "I'm not the captain." Before Percy could ask who, sleep over took him.