Corsair's Creed (PJO FANFICTION)

Beneath the tides, among shattered myths and fading empires, sails The Crimson Blades-a legendary vessel that should not exist, captained by Corsair, the so-called God of Pirates, Fortune, Ships, and Secrets. With a wine glass in one hand and a flintlock in the other, he sails the boundary between divine politics and forbidden realms, wielding charm, chaos, and uncanny immortality.

Once merely whispered about by the Olympians, Corsair steps into the light-mocking Zeus's authority, catching Artemis's arrows midair, and sipping wine from Athena's personal chalice, all with a smile too knowing to be harmless. His ship is more than wood and metal-it's a fortress, a vault, and a beast with blue-burning braziers and a treasury filled with stolen miracles: Kraken tentacles, the beating heart of a leviathan, and artifacts from forgotten pantheons. Monsters sleep in glass. Secrets whisper from every wall.

Valerie Aegea, his vice-captain, is a steely, seductive pirate with fangs and a fondness for domination. With ties to Bastet, the cat-goddess herself, Valerie walks the fine line between passion and command, forging dangerous liaisons with both mortals and immortals alike. The gods watch from their thrones-or potions-trying to piece together Corsair's true motives, even as Hestia joins him for brunch and gossip, unbothered by the jealousy it stirs.

Now, with Odin's raven delivered and his ship reborn as a colossal airship, Corsair flies into Norse skies where even Valkyries dare not follow. The engines scream, the weapons hum, and Corsair's eyes are already on the next treasure, the next god, the next boundary to break.

What he's building, no pantheon dares name.
And yet, all of them feel it coming.

The sea, the sky, and the divine will never be the same.