Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

The Boat Goes Boom

~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~~

The End of the world started when me and Beckendorf landed on the hood of Percy's car while he was on a date, he didn't notice the huge black form swooping down from the sky until four hooves landed on the hood of the Prius with a WUMP-WUMP-CRUNCH!

Blackjack Neighed happily, "Blackjack," he sighed. "What are you—" he looked a little higher and saw who was riding on his back. "Sup, Percy." "Hey Seaweed Brain"

Charles Beckendorf, senior counselor for the Hephaestus cabin, would make most monsters cry for their mommies. He was huge, with ripped muscles from working on the forges every summer, one year older than me, and one of the camp's best armor smiths. He made some seriously ingenious mechanical stuff. A month before, he'd rigged a Greek firebomb in the bathroom of a tour bus that was carrying a bunch of monsters across country. The explosion took out a whole legion of Kronos's evil meanies as soon as the first harpy went flush.

Beckendorf and I were dressed for combat. He wore a bronze breastplate and war helm with black camo pants and a sword strapped to his side. His explosives bag was slung over his shoulder. I just wore normal armor that had holes in the back for my wings.

"Time?" he asked. we nodded grimly. Non of us really wanted to do this, but we didnt really have a choice. Rachel looked up at Beckendorf. "Hi." "Oh, hey. I'm Beckendorf. You must be Rachel. Percy's told me . . . uh, I mean he mentioned you." I almost laughed. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Really? Good." She glanced at Blackjack, who was clopping his hooves against the hood of the Prius. "So I guess you guys have to go save the world now."

"Pretty much," Beckendorf agreed. Percy looked at Rachel helplessly. "Would you tell my mom-" "I'll tell her. I'm sure she's used to it. And I'll explain to Paul about the hood." he nodded my thanks. I don't think anyone's gonna lend him a car anytime soon. "Good luck." Rachel kissed me before I could even react. "Now, get going, half-blood. Go kill some monsters for me."

our last view of her was sitting in the shotgun seat of the Prius, her arms crossed, watching as Blackjack circled higher and higher, carrying Beckendorf and Percy into the sky, me hot on their tail. I looked at Percy with a smirk "...What?" "Oh, nothing, nothing" I snicked "Sorry we ruined your date"

"It wasn't a date!" 

"Uh-huh, sure Simpy Shrimp" 

"oh, shut Y/N, your the one that gets pegged every night"

"At least I get laid"

"I hate you"

"Love you too, buddy"

"Ok!" Beckendorf said, a little red in the face "Lets just move one" Beckendorf chuckled, and together we soared out over the Atlantic. It was almost dark by the time we spotted our target. The Princess Andromeda glowed on the horizon—a huge cruise ship lit up yellow and white. From a distance, you'd think it was just a party ship, not the headquarters for the Titan lord.

Then as you got closer, you might notice the giant figurehead—a dark-haired maiden in a Greek chiton, wrapped in chains with a look of horror on her face, as if she could smell the stench of all the monsters she was being forced to carry.

Seeing the ship again twisted my gut into knots. I'd almost died twice on the Princess Andromeda. Now it was heading straight for New York. "You know what to do?" Beckendorf yelled over the wind. "More or less" I yelled back. We'd done dry runs at the dockyards in New Jersey, using abandoned ships as our targets. I knew how little time we would have. But I also knew this was our best chance to end Kronos's invasion before it ever started.

"Blackjack," Percy said, "set us down on the lowest stern deck."

He seemed reluctant. Three years ago, Blackjack had been enslaved on the Princess Andromeda until he'd escaped with a little help from my friends and me. I figured he'd rather have his mane braided like My Little Pony than be back here again. "Don't wait for us," he told him. "Trust me," I said. "We'll get out by ourselves."