Percy Jackson Goes to Arrendale (Percy Jackson Frozen crossover) - Abandoned

Arrival of the Prince

The longship of the Greek ambassadors lurched to port as they arrived in the fjord of Arrendale. Masts creaked and the boards of the deck strained against the tide as the docks prevented the massive ship from drifting out to sea.

Within his cabin, Prince Perseus was finishing documenting the voyage in his journal. The vessel's captain had warned him that saving the documentation until the last day of their long voyage would make that day torturous, but the prince had never been the type to do things as they came to him, especially on a boat.

The prince, or as he was often called by the people of Athens, the Ocean's Son, had always felt a connection to the water, thought to have been given to him in blessing by the god of the sea, Poseidon.

He thought that was bogus.

He did however feel the connection to the water, however, he thought it was something else, he didn't know what, but it it was something different. He finished the last of his journal in his less than satisfactory writing, at least in his parents' eyes, the only things they had thought well of him was his diplomatic and sword fighting skills. They didn't realize he could control water since they died before he managed it the first time. His brothers knew though, and they loved it. They thought he was going to make a great asset to Athens and to their kingdom.

Perseus would play along, but only so long as he wouldn't become king. He feared that the responsibility would crush him. Therefore, he was very glad he was third in line.

As he rose above the deck of the ship, the gentle breeze hit him and he took a deep breath through his nose. The smell of salt and seaweed layered into a mixture of fish and freedom. Albatross cried out from above the ship and the smaller gulls wove between the immense masts. The ship's crew scurried about the deck, securing ropes and rigging. About a dozen men worked to tie up  enter sail and another dozen worked on the other two sails. The princes broad figure did not go unnoticed by the people around him and they all stopped what they were doing to salute him. Pounding their fists to their left breast. Their unified shout echoed for a moment before the birds above overpowered the sudden noise with a cry of their own.

The captain of the ship buried over and stopped at the princes side and saluted once again.

"Your highness? Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be. Trade with Arrendale would be one of the most profitable things to possibly befall our kingdom."

"Yes, quite."

"Give the ship boy a rest, he looks dead on his feet."

"Yes sir."

"Didn't I ask you not to bother with titles on this voyage, only on formal occasions and in formal places."

After saluting the Prince, the ship's captain walked off to give the ship boy his rest. Perseus turned to the docs and leaped off the deck, pointedly ignoring the hand offered to him by a greeter who was waiting just off the side of the boat. The fancy dress suit he was wearing, specially tailored and fitted to the price to allow strenuous movement and exertion.

"My men and I will not require assistance disembarking." The prince said to the greeter.

"Of course sir, I was only offering..." the man's. life faltered near the end and the prince felt guilty for possibly scaring the man of offending him.

"I'm grateful you offered however, the first mate has a bad knee and may ask for assistance." Perseus tossed the man a gold coin as both thanks and apology and the man almost fumbled the coin in his surprise.

"Thank you milord!" The man exclaimed, but I can't take this! It's gold!"

"A gift to a good soul then," Perseus replies nonchalantly.

The man held the coin reverently, as if he thought it might simply disappear.

"The castle is on your left, just follow the crowd, you can't miss it..."

"Gratitude good sir."

And with that, Prince Perseus strolled off into the market without any particular goal in mind. The local people parted as he walked through, however, other visiting nobles often rendered walking in a straight line impossible, and with mild annoyance, he allowed them right of way. It was nothing urgent, just that their stuck up noses got on his nerves.

As Perseus paid for an extremely underpriced pastry, giving the shop owner a generous tip, he felt a slight chill go down his spine.

It was simply a winter chill, but the weather was scalding and the sun was brightly shinning. He glanced around and his fingertips began to tingle slightly, danger, something was coming...

Something big...

Something great...