A/N: Couldn't help but notice, when watching the second National Treasure, that Ben reneged on his promise to let Riley decide what happened to the next treasure they found. And thus this fic was born. Slight Pirates of the Caribbean crossover. Read, kindly Review, and Enjoy!
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Riley was sulking.
He wasn't being quiet about it either, and it was beginning to annoy Ben.
"Riley, what's wrong?" he finally asked, as Riley heaved yet another exaggerated sigh, tapping his fingers against the polished wooden tabletop. "We found Cibola, you got your car back, you found a girlfriend, and, I'll even admit it….you were right about the Book of Secrets. What's wrong?"
"Last time," Riley grimaced, "you promised that if we ever found another treasure like the Templar stuff, I could make the call about what happened to it."
Ben was, for once, dumbstruck. He had completely forgotten about that!
"Next time," he said finally. "Next time we find something like the Knights' Templar treasure or Cibola, it's your call."
It was a painless promise. Much as he liked Riley, Ben wouldn't really trust him to decide what happened to a treasure that redefined human history, the next time they found one.
Surely there wouldn't be a next time though. Most treasure seekers never got a break like that, and he had gotten two. Statistically, his luck had long since run out.
He was just mulling over that thought when Abigail ran in, her face flushed with excitement and exertion.
"Isla de Muerta!" she panted triumphantly. Ben glanced up sharply. Surely not…?
"Two divers reported seeing an island that matched the description, where there was no island before. It might be legit. The last true pirate sanctuary in the Caribbean!" She looked beyond delighted.
Riley stood up, a slow grin spreading across his features.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" he asked with a sly glance at Ben. "I could use some pirate gold. Let's go!"
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And there you have it. Please review!