Little Mermaid and Percy Jackson cross over, made originally for friend's birthday

Chapter 1

1, Bi.chi-os

She clomped around the deck, sword swinging at her side. The salty wind tangled her tied back curls and the spray stiffened her clothes. Sun kissed cheeks and gangly limbs, she wasn’t anything to look at for someone of her status. The teen leaned against the rail, staring into the glassy waters with calculating eyes. The air was thick and carried the scent of electricity to her expert senses, not at all deceived by the seemingly perfect conditions. A storm was approaching and it wasn’t the ever looming date of her arrival on land a day’s journey away.
“Ah, there you are!”
She glanced sideways at Cristoph, scratching at the wood. “What do you want?”
“Just a friendly reminder that you are fast approaching the age of which you promised to find someone fit to marry.”
“Well they’ll have to wait another year,” she snapped, boots scuffing up the floorboard as she glared at the advisor.
Anyone else would have crumpled under her gaze and apologized straight away. Cristoph was not in the least impressed. “You mother said that if it wasn’t this year that-“
She waved her hand dismissively, gliding up to the wheel and relieving the first mate of his shift. “She’ll have to deal with it. I’m not rushing to throw away my freedom and I won’t have someone take it from me either.”
“Annabeth, you do not seem to understand,” he protested, warily hobbling after her. “She has a list of suitors and very well might randomly choose someone.”
“I won’t accept then,” she stubbornly replied, purposely spinning the wheel to rock the ship. Cristoph turned green and gripped the rail. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s my birthday celebration in a few hours anyway, right?”

“Get back down here, Kelp Face.”
“Can it or you’re shark chow.”
“Seriously, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, Grover.”
The merman strung up more ropes in the rafters, his emerald eyes narrowed in concentration. A small, yellow fish swam anxiously around, glancing worriedly about the wreck. Dirty water swirled around the young man’s swishing tail, clouding the cracked windows.
“Percy,” the little fish complained. “Can we go now? It doesn’t feel safe here.”
He gave a crooked grin, rummaging through a torn up sack he held. “It feels a whole lot safer now than it will in a few minutes.”
Percy drew out a jagged piece of coral and flashed it down his arm, red blood webbing through the water. Grover’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped open, unable to formulate the words to express his fear. He watched mutely as his friend calmly put everything he had away and sit on the coral encrusted table in the middle of what used to be a grand dining hall. Finally he was able to shake free of the self inflicted silent spell and started ranting on and on about how this was the wrong type of attention they were trying to attract.
“Chill out,” Percy chuckled. “This is exactly what we needed.”
“We’re gonna die,” Grover whimpered. “We’re gonna die and it’s going to be your fault.”
“Look, I had to do something,” Percy sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Dad wasn’t moving forward with any of the attack plans for the lair and the massacre with the reef was the last straw for me. It was too close to the palace and I don’t want anyone getting hurt again.”
“I know why you’re doing it I just don’t know why whenever there’s some big bad killer around it has to be us to track and take it down.”
“Because I’m fantastic at it.”
“Out of the fifteen tries in the last two years we only helped six cases,” Grover said dryly.
“A wonderful start it was,” Percy said with a bright smile, unaware he was pressing his palm to the thick scar running across his stomach from a tussle with the swordfish. “Dad just over reacts when it comes to these things.”
“You had led the jellyfish into the Commons!”
“I captured the king, didn’t I?”
“Your dad did, you were unconscious.”
Percy waved it off. “Details. Anyway, this will work. I planned it out perfectly. I hope.”
Grover started to say something when the ship shuddered, the broken china in the built in hutch rattling noisily. He hid behind Percy’s translucent blue fins, shaking with terror. Percy on the other hand steeled himself and stared at the fast approaching shape of the shark.
Thirty minutes later the belly of the terrorist was sliced open, Grover was still getting over his near death experience as bait and Percy was having an argument with the ruler of the seas. Again.
“I had it completely under control before you burst in and ruined it!”
“We had already started to make a move when he took the unexpected turn, right through the left flanks,” the man boomed, dark green eyes dangerous. “Do you know how many casualties you could have caused?”
Percy rolled his eyes. “So I don’t even get a thank you? Or how about a ‘are you okay?’ Nothing?”
“No!” he bellowed, the trident in his hands glowing brightly and the water around them turning hot. “I’m so ashamed of you right now.”
“I was the one who figured out that if you flip a shark over they can’t do anything so technically I prevented more casualties,” Percy said, ignoring the comment. “So you’re welcome.”
“Percy, I-“
“Sire,” a commander said from the carcass.
“Whatever,” Percy muttered when the looming man turned to leave.
“Just get out of my sight,” the King snapped before leaving.
“Sure thing, Dad,” Percy replied in the nastiest tone he could muster, flashing past everyone and out the broken window into the open sea.

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