Percy Jackson had heard stories of the infamous ‘Queen’s Anne Revenge’, but not the ship in the possession of Black Beard, oh no, far from it. A woman, who’d killed his whole crew single-handedly and taken the ship over. Percy didn’t bother with all of that, though. He was a local sailor, who lived alone in his little cobbled cottage on the wonky cobbled high street. He fished for a living and sold them to the market to sell on a Saturday. One particular night, Perseus was bored and went out to the local tavern. When he walked in the dizzying smell of rum singed his nose, unused to the loud banter. A woman, with wild blonde hair and wild heavily kohled eyes, jewellery, necklaces upon rings upon earrings, stood on a table, kicking off cups as she recounted some story or another