Well hello there.

Thanks for clicking on my story and giving it a read and welcome to my first Uncharted fan fiction.

This is the second genre in which I am releasing a story on this site. The first was a three-part Story in The Lion King section which I began posting over a year ago and finished earlier this year. And so I started with the next project which you can read here.

So why the stretch from Lion King to Uncharted?

I really enjoy the games and really liked playing through all three more than once. In order to write this story, I began reading the fourth labyrinth which I haven't finished yet. So the references on that Book might take number in later chapter.

You might have noticed by now that English is not my home language. So I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes that might sound odd to you native speakers. Yet I write in English so that I can reach a wider space of possible readers.

As for this story… I tried to summon a plot that orientates itself on real life events and person but changes some stuff to get it into the fictional part that we will discover throughout the story. Also there will be mentioning of real places and cities which I have not been to myself. I apologize to some people who might find the descriptions not true to the original.

There will also be usage of various languages throughout the chapters. Since I only know German, English and some rare pieces of Spanish, I got most of the phrases from an online dictionary.

But for now, let's go and start with the story… Uncharted, its characters and products are trademark and copyrighted by Sony Computer entertainment and Naughty Dog. Only the original characters belong to me.

UNCHARTED: CURSE OF THE MOON

"The church says the earth is flat, but I know that it is round, for I have seen the shadow on the moon, and I have more faith in a shadow than in the church.

~ Ferdinand Magellan ~

- 1 -

Museum visit

Lisbon, Portugal: Iberian Peninsula

In the western of Europe; on the Iberian Peninsula right beside Spain, lies the country called Portugal. During the 15th and 16th century, this nation was named one of the biggest sailing and naval nations of the world. Great sailors and explorers of history had set course from this country. Men like Vasco da Gama, Ferdinand Magellan and Bartolomais Dias. Even Christoph Columbus was a Portuguese.

The main capitol of this city was called Lisbon and laid in the south west of the country. It was a beautiful city with a lot of history and a lot of historical buildings. During a big earthquake in 1755, a lot of those buildings had been destroyed which lead most of the ones left standing in the district of Belém. It inhabited the old harbor which was the starting point for all those sailing exploration, and in this district stood the Museu Nacional de Arqueologia, the national museum of archeology.

It was a huge building made of white stones and designed in Manueline style. Several small tower shaped spikes emerged at the side wall of the building and large windows were set across the walls. A grassy lied between the house and the streets. Two statues stood on each side of the main entrance where a huge banner was placed just above. On it was written in Portuguese and English… "Great explorers and travelers in world's history".

Lots of people had gathered in front of the main entrance in a line as well as some others walking over the place in front and inside. Most of them were Portuguese and European with some Japanese and Chinese in between. But in the midst of all those people stood three Americans.

The first one was a man in his mid thirties. He was well built and had short and spiky dark brown hair. Hs eyes were of a green color and he wore a black long sleeve shirt which was half tucked to the elbows. He also had on blue jeans and black sporting shoes to go with it. Even though he didn't seem to be right out bored, there was a slight disinterest in the things happening with the other two people accompanying him.

Beside him stood another man with a white t-shirt, a black cap on his head and black working trousers. He also had a vest with lots of filming and technical equipment on him which anybody could tell belonged to the camera he was carrying on his back. Just like the dark brown haired man, he had his gaze directed to the third person in the group holding a microphone.

It was a woman in about the same age as the spiky haired man. She had blonde hair which was formed in a messy pony tail bun. She was about 5,4" high with a slim athletic figure. As clothes, she wore a dark anthracite button up shirt with long sleeves tucked half way up as well. She also had khaki trousers going along with brown shoes.

She kept talking into the microphone while she once in a while stared into the back. "[…] so with tat said, let's dive into the world of the greatest explorers of this time period." She ended her moderation and waited for the cameraman to finish recording. Short after, she came walking over to the duo before handing the microphone over to him. "I guess that's and alright start to this. Take the mic Josh, I guess we take the next shots from the inside." She added before turning towards the man with the dark brown hair.

"Don't say I didn't warn you about this being a bit dragging from time to time." She remarked as she gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher-Drake share a lot of history together. Drake has been mostly for being a treasure and fortune hunter while some bad tongues would just describe as being a thief. The two of them first met on an expedition to find the coffin of Sir Francis Drake, which Nathan called out to be one of his ancestors. During that time, they went out to find El Dorado which formed their relationship and their love for a long time.

Both had been through a lot together and even had to go through a possible divorce at some time. But ever since their return from Yemen and the discovery of the lost city of Ubar, the two were inseparable. Since Elena matured from hosting a low budget archeology show to a well known and respected investigative journalist, she barely went back to small stories like the opening of a new museum exhibition. But after hunting war criminals that were thought to be dead and going into various crises in the Middle East, she felt it was a nice idea to do finally something small again.

And the fact that she could bring her husband with her was also a welcome exchange.

Nathan smiled back on her and stared towards the sky before facing the blonde woman again. "It really is a bit dragging, but I can manage." He simply said as the trio began walking towards the inside of the building.

From the inside, the museum looked just like the outside would presume it. The walls and the ceiling were set in white and sand colored stones pillars spread over the halls and the sides of the corridors. Showcases and cabinets stood all through the building with paintings and carpets along with banners were set at the walls.

Photographers were taking pictures around the place while other people just walked around and just viewed and looked at the artifacts and utensils in the showcases. Again, Josh and Elena went to their work as his wife took a spot in front of a large glass box as the man directed his camera on her ready to record.

This time, Nathan stared to the side with his arms folded and his eyes rolling a bit. His gaze locked on the cabinet to his side and his eyes went wide open right again. The headline of the cabinet read the words "Sir Francis Drake". Nathan shook his head back a little before he stared around the things standing and lying in the showcase. Now that seems like a sign. He thought in a sarcastic way and the edges of his muzzle began to move upwards.

Once again, his eyes slowly wandered to the side and the small amount of amusement that he felt before completely vanished and got substituted with wonder and astonishment. Just on the far corner of the hall stood a figure that Nathan never thought he would see again.

It was a man in the same age than him. He was just as well built if not a bit skinnier and even more athletic than Nate with a buzz cut and light brown hair. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a red tie. Walking around and with a nonchalant style, he kept glaring to the side into the showcases left and right before taking gazed to nervously to the sides.

Drake knew these kinds of movement all too well. It was the movement of someone trying to do a job. Slowly and without Elena and Josh realizing, he moved through the crowd and came up with the man having his back turned on him. "Chris Cortina, you were the last person that I expected to meet here." He called out and noticed the man stopped dead right away as he shrugged his shoulders together while turning around.

His eyes were dark brown and he stared at Drake as if he would have found himself back in the wrong movie. "Na-than Drake!? Of all the people…" He started and began folding his arms.

The two glanced at each other with everybody walking by sensing the history that lie above the duo. "So…" Nathan began saying folding his arms as well. "Anything you are especially interested in?" he asked with the edges of his mouth going upwards a little bit. "Since, there are a lot of interesting things standing around here."

"Funny you should mention that. Since I guess this is the only time I saw you in a museum within its regular opening times and not completely covered in black wearing a mask." He remarked giggling slightly. Nathan joined in on the laugh in a sarcastic way as he went forth and nudged Cortina on the shoulder.

For a few seconds, none of them spoke another word before Nathan started to wander around the cabinet that the other man had been looking at moments ago. "So what have you been up to lately? Last time I checked, you were in south East Asia to get a diamond form your last heist sold, and then you vanished. Some even reported you to be dead."

Chris put his hands into his hip as he kept glancing around the hall with a slightly annoyed way. "Some part of that is true; I got kinda stuck within my problems so that I had to act like I was dead." Putting his hands on the small wooden counter around the cabinet, he gasped and stared through the glass once again. "But then again, what happened to you. When I see your face, you have must have been through a lot."

"Oh you have no idea!" Nathan simply replied putting his hands into his hips and turning slightly to the side.

But before the two could go on, a voice interrupted them and called out friendly towards the spiky haired man. "There you are!" Elena said and walked over to the scene with Josh in her back. Her gaze fell on the new visitor beside Nathan and she gave him a welcoming smile.

Nathan on the other hand just wrapped his arm around her and stared back and forth between his wife and Chris. "Uhm… Elena this is…"

Chris went forth and extracted his hand offering the blonde haired woman to shake it. "Chris Cortina, me and Nathan here share some history."

By now, she had come to get used of this type of meetings. Right from the start, Elena could tell that this man was one of those acquaintances that she had heard so many stories of. But she didn't mind anymore and just shook the hand. "Nice to meet you! Elena Fisher-Drake."

As soon as she had mentioned that name, Cortina shook his head back immediately as he switched his gaze from Nathan to Elena and back. "You mean…" He started and then locked his eyes on Nathan again. "Wow…! And here I thought that you would end up with that chick from Ipswich." He ignored the frown that came from Elena and continued. "Or was it the one from Cape Town, no maybe the one that we met in Montreal." Chris could tell that he brought some unpleasantness into the conversation and decided to leave with a smile.

Before he walked off, he clapped Nathan on the shoulder before bringing his mouth closer to his ear. "Have fun with that!" he said and walked off.

All three of them stared after the buzz cutted man as Nathan turned around to stare at his wife with his arms stretched out to the side. "What?" Elena turned around with a playful role of her eyes before Nate followed her. "Why does everybody have to keep reminding me about Montreal?"

With all the things going on in the front and the main hall of the museum, lots of people didn't know about the things going on in the back of the huge building. Unlike the area for the visitors, the corridors and the rooms for the personal and the rest of the staff and artifacts looked dark and rather dirty. That is to say, not in the actual meaning of being dirty, but it didn't look as polished and bright as the white colored walls of the visitor's area.

Also as a difference to the busy and crowded halls in the main area, the rooms in the back were less filled with people. Shelves and regales were set all around the walls of the room. Masses and cabinets filled with artifacts stood in the middle and around small working desks. The rooms themselves were lit in a weak and warm looking light. Most of the lambs were using some old light bulbs which didn't manage to light every part of the shelves and walls made of rather grey stones.

Two figures kept walking through one of the corridors in rather slow pace. One of them was a man of about 5'8" tall with a chubby figure. He had short grey hair and a beard covering most of his face. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in the late fifties with darker skin color showing his southern European heritage.

The other one was a bit younger than the first one as he had black hair that was a bit longer and was kept in a side parting and going down to his neck. A pair of glasses set on his nose and he wore a dark grey suit. Compared to the other man, his figure was way more skinny and taller as he gave away a gawky appearance.

Both men kept walking towards a wooden door at the end of the corridor still talking to each other in Portuguese as they passed around another corner. "Cabem cem pessoas nesta sala."1 The younger one of the two said extracting his arms in a way to show to the older one what he was trying to make clear.

The older one nodded his head rubbing his hands together slowly while he was thinking to himself. He inhaled deeply before he answered the other one. "Para quem é bacalhau basta!"2 He said spreading his arms on both sides.

With that, they stopped in front of the door as the older one searched his pockets for the keys as the younger man kept talking. "Tenho e ir á casa de banho."3 The skinny man said out of the sudden with the bearded man stopping right in his tracks glaring at him with a mix of astonishment and shock.

He put one of his hands on the shoulder of his colleague before answering with an annoyed voice. "Meu nego Señor Carvalho…"4 He said and turned his attention back on the door and the keys. "Não há pressa!"5

Using a rather large keychain, the older man began turning the lock around and short after opened the door. With a loud crack, the lock opened and the duo opened the wooden door staring inside another corridor. But in that moment, both shook back at once as they stared directly at a group of about eight men standing in the door.

Most of them were of Asian heritage dressed in regular clothes containing polo shirts and jeans. Yet the man in front of the rest had a western look on him. He was over a head taller than the others with brown hair were some parts had begun turning grey. His heir cut was short yet long enough to from a side parting (think Hans Gruber from Die Hard).

He wore a dark blue suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. "Does anybody of you speak English?" The man in front asked in a polite voice as he stood nonchalantly in the door.

One of the Portuguese nodded his head and the suited man began to smile. "Now that's nice since…" With that, he pulled out a Para 9mm with a silencer on the shaft before pointing it at them and continued. "Because this is a robbery along with a hostage-taking."

"Meu Deus!" Carvalho said as the man with the suit pointed for the duo to walk back through the corridor they came from.

Without taking notice of all that, the life along the visitors of the museum took its normal turns. Nathan and Elena kept wandering through the hallways with Josh in the back taking pictures and recording videos of various artifacts and pieces in the cabinets. Their conversation with Cortina moments was already forgotten, even though Drake still thought about the man from his past and what he was doing here. Nate could tell for sure that there was far more to this than he would admit or tell.

But for now, all what there was to duo for him and his wife was to trot through the halls with Elena tipping her microphone against her hands. Her gaze wandered off from side to side with a bit of curiosity going through them. Nathan realized that and nudged her on the shoulder with his hand. "What are you so nervous about? I thought you were done here." He added before the blonde woman glared back at him.

"Not quite! I was promised to get an interview with Mr. Costá this afternoon. He is the head of this exhibition." She replied tilting her head to the side a little bit while showing some fake annoyance by the actions of her husband. Once again, they stared over the rooms and their eyes locked on a small scene in the middle of the hall. A rather big crowd of people had gathered there with several photographers and journalists taking pictures.

Elena and Nathan stared at each other before they walked closer to see what was going they passed a group of people coming up from behind towards the ground. Elena walked around the masses of people as she watched the scene in the middle of the circle.

"Wow!" Nathan began in a sarcastic tone. "This guy must be a real celebrity if he has this whole crowd going after him like a pop star." He continued not even trying to hide the fact that the he found this all kind of ridiculous.

But yet he was yet silenced as Elena rammed her elbow into his hip making him squeeze out in pain. "That's Mr. Costá!" She said moving through the crowd and right at the man in the middle. As she came beside the man she identified as Mr. Costá."

He was a man of about 5'8" high with a beard covering most of his face and a large stomach. Beside him stood an Asian looking man with short spiky black hair (think Jet Li in the mid 90's being a bit taller). Another one standing right at his side was another Portuguese being much taller and skinnier in his figure with black hair and a side parting.

And then there was the fourth figure standing and walking at the side of the other three men. It was the tall man in the suit and the brown hair.

"Mr. Costà!" Elena called as she walked closer to the group offering him her hand. "Excuse me. Elena Fisher-Drake, we talked about a small interview earlier." She said and stopped in front of the four men who kept walking on.

She was about to start when the Asian man rushed forward and held his hand onto her mic before pulling it away. "No interviews today!" He said in a harsh voice before shoving her to the side. "Get out of the way!" He added and the group continued walking ignoring the press and the crowd staring at them confused.

The only one that stared at them with interest was Nathan who at first wanted to jump in give the Asian a few warm words. But then he spotted something else. Something that normal people would have easily missed, but he has been in that businesses far too long to not take notice of that.

Not only was Costá being forced to pass the journalists without notice, but it was done with the force of a gun. And Nathan knew that the suited man and the Asian one had to do with that.

By that time, Elena came walking back towards him holding on to her shoulder which got bumped a little bit by the Asian. "Now that wasn't really nice." She said in sarcasm and shook her arm a little bit not knowing that Nathan had his attention to something else.

He already started to bring some distance between him and his wife walking through the hall. "Not really!" At that, Elena gave him a surprised and strange expression. "You uhm… just stay here. I'm going to check this out." Nathan added walking through the hall into the far corner of the crowd.

Now realizing what was going on, Elena stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you… Nate, Nate?" But Nathan was already out of reach with her continuing to stare at him and shaking her head. "I hate it when he does that."

Having his weapon secretly pointed at Costá, the man in the suit maneuvered through the crowd with the Portuguese man in the front and the Asian in the back. At their side was the college of Mr. Costá who kept looking from side to side nervously.

They walked through a large door entering a room with the banner above the door saying in Portuguese, "The history of Portuguese sailing." Inside stood several people glancing around at the things lying out in the cabinets and not realizing the small group that had come inside to them.

Bringing his mouth closer to Costá, the man in the suit whispered into his side while pressing the gun in his pocket more into his hip. "Would you be so kind to tell them that they should leave the room at once?" He half asked and requested to the old man.

Costá exhaled deeply before he cleared his throat and spoke out to the people present. "Desculpa! Porfavor saiam do quarto!"He said with the visitors staring back at them a bit in disbelieve and confusion.

"Didn't you hear?" It suddenly busted out from the Asian who went forth and shoved one of the visitors at his side towards the door. "This area is closed, get out of here!" he continued rambling before the people present walked over to the exit leaving the room at once.

Right after that, the rest of the men (four to be exact), walked inside the room placing themselves at the side walls with their backs leaned against pillars and turned away from the entrance. With them finally, gone the suited men brought his gun out that it could be seen by everybody present. "My dear Chen, at some point we have to talk about your lack of patience, manners and you anger management problems."

The man called Chen folded his arms as he continued to stare at the western looking man while the person in the suit continued staring at Costá and Carvalho. "And with that out of the way, we come to the most important part of this conversation." He walked close to the old Portuguese before speaking out to him. "Now tell me… where is it?"

Nathan had seen the four armed men following the toll one into the room and he quickly began following trying to not be seen. The American had moved behind a corner as he watched two of the armed men staying behind on the outside of the room.

One of them observed the crowd in the main hall while trying to hold and outlook for any security guards or anything else that seemed to be fishy. The other one suddenly turned around and headed straight into his direction. Nathan stared to the back as he saw the huge green sign above a door that lead towards the toilets.

Nathan quickly bowed down pretending that he was tying his shoe laces with the armed Asian passing him quickly. Within seconds, the man had vanished into the men's room and Drake began to smirk. Perfect! He thought heading straight for the door again.

It didn't take long and he had entered the bath room. The toilet booths were on the right side with the standing on the far corner. On the left side stood various sinks with a huge mirror above them going all the way to the back of the room.

Nathan could hear groans and relieved sighs coming from inside one booth which must be the armed men he was following. He could tell that there was no one else inside. This is my chance! He said to himself waiting in front of the booth door to open. The sound of the flush appeared and Drake turned his hands into fists.

And then the door opened with the armed man and Nathan staring at each other for a short moment. However, Drake was the first on the draw as he kicked the man into the stomach before grabbing his head and hammering it onto the toilet seat.

With a bang, the china of the toilet broke and the man sank together to the floor being completely knocked out. Nathan didn't even hesitate and searched him for anything that he could use in this situation. And he quickly found it. It was yet another Para 9mm with a silencer that he stored inside his pocket. Now to the next step. He thought again and placed the other one on the seat.

With that, he locked the door behind and climbed over the booth until he was back on the ground in the bath room. The American rushed through the door stepping towards the outside. Much to his surprise, he found the other guard on the outside on the far side of the hall where he still held watch for anything that could ruin their plans.

Now or never! Nathan directly said and rushed through the hall to the side of the entrance hiding behind a pillar. He took another glance to the side and found the other man still not taking notice if him which her used to sneak past and through the entrance.

On the middle of the room. Costá and Carvalho still stood their ground and not moving a single muscle. The man with the brown hair kept rubbing his gun on the side of his head and padding around back and forth in front of the two Portuguese. Nathan observed him carefully lurking behind the pillar. He could see another of the armed men leaning against the other side of it and being completely in reaching distance.

"I don't get it my dear friends. Why are you so desperate to protect it so much? It's just a bunch of papers, is it really worth for you to give your lives for?" The suited man half asked and half made a threat with this statement while extracting his arms to the side.

Costá glared deep into the eyes of Carvalho in a determined way before he reacted to the words of the other man. "Which brings us to another question. If it is just a piece of paper, why are you so eager to kill for it? Why all this effort? And who are you that you can find these papers so interesting and important?"

Without thinking twice, Chen wanted to walk forward and ram his fists into the Portuguese man. But he was stopped when the suited man held his arms in front of his chest and shoved him backwards a bit. "Oh excuse me, where are my manners. My name is Taylor Lawrence." He said with a slight and polite nod of his head before he brought his hand on front of his own chest. "And to answer your question…" he didn't even think twice before pointing his gun at Carvalho and pulling the trigger.

The air was filled with the pop of the gun being unnoticed for the outside. Costá eyes widened with shock and horror as he saw his friend falling to the ground with a hole in his forehead. "He wanted to go and catch him as he heard the gun of Lawrence clicking again and now pointing at him again. "People are way more compliant once they see their life in true danger."

That was the call for Nathan to react. While three of the guards carried the lifeless body of Carvalho into a far corner of the room. Drake grabbed the man standing on the other side of the pillar from behind, covered his mouth and knocked him out.

Back in front, Costá shivered through his whole body before he pulled out some keys and walked straight for a painting that hung on the wall. Nathan stopped seeing the man revealing a safe positioned behind the painting on the wall. Lawrence and Chen watched as well before Costá pulled dark brown colored leather wrapper out and placing it on a glass cabinet in the middle of the room.

Chen was the first to reach it shoving Costá aside right in the moment as he was joined by the other three left guards of the group. Even Lawrence was overtaken by the curiosity that lied in the room. The perfect opportunity to strike.

Meanwhile, Lawrence had shoved the Portuguese man beside and stared down on the wrapper with lustful eyes. "Finally, it's mine!" He said before hearing the cocking of a gun beside his right ear.

"I don't think so asshole!" He heard a voice calling and stared slowly to the side. Nathan held the Para he had gained towards the head of the man without taking his eyes off from him. "I'm taking that!" he said again while the others in the room shook together at how someone could have sneaked through their guards.

Even Costá was not so sure what to think about what was going on. But he quickly figured that, whoever this man was, might be the best chance for him to get out alive. But he had no time as Nathan spoke up and directed his gaze at Chen. "Hey Sushi –role! Gimme that!" He ordered towards the man who let a small grunt escape his mouth.

But as Chen and Lawrence locked eyes with each other, the Asian quickly obeyed and began bringing the book over to Nathan and Lawrence. "Take the folder and get behind me." The American said towards Costá who didn't think twice and obeyed.

With his gun still directed at Taylor's head, Nathan put a hand on the shoulder of the suited man before pulling him towards the exit. "If I were you, I would think twice about trying something funny." He warned the rest of the bunch who had their weapons directed at him as well.

"Look who's talking. I have to admit, never ever would I have expected such an interference Mr.…!?" Lawrence began being surprisingly calm as he stepped backwards with his hands held high.

But Nathan already knew what he was trying to do and pressed the gun a bit more into the neck of the man. "Call me… Roy!" He remarked showing his hostage that he was not around to joke or to make mistakes. "Let's just keep moving!" He said again with the trio being almost out of the room. Yet right in that moment, one of the guards came running from behind and fired one of his guns at Nathan. Yet he missed and only hit the stone wall beside him.

That was enough for the crowd inside the museum to realize what was going. Within seconds, the masses had changed from calm and relaxed to panicked and frightened. People ran left and right and back with the alarm going off almost at once. Lawrence used this opportunity and gave Nathan an elbow in the hip before running back to his crew. Nathan reacted quickly and shoved Costà along him behind a pillar as they took cover from the men opening fire.

In the distance, Elena and Josh heard the entire screams and even some of the silenced gunfire with the blonde woman not needing to think twice about what was going on. "Josh! Get the car; I think we're going to need a quick exit." She said and ran back into the direction of the gunfire.

I can't believe I'm back with this crap again! Nathan thought in frustration as he reloaded his Para firing back on the armed men still trying to get closer to him. He gave a short glance towards Costá still holding on to that folder. Seeing one of the gangsters getting out of his cover, Nathan quickly aimed at him and fired his gun hitting the man in the leg. He broke together on the spot immediately before one of his friends shoved him back behind a counter.

Lawrence and Chen peaked over a wooden cabinet as they saw the mess they were beginning to make out of the place. The brown haired man shook his head and grabbed Chen on one arm. "We're making a scene here; this is not what I had in mind when it came to discrete and silent." He said angrily with Chen bringing his head up and firing back on Drake.

"I don't care, he interrupted our plans, and we have to get that folder back!" he answered through various gasps and shots.

But they were interrupted when they heard sirens in the back informing them that the police was on their way. "I presume that is the perfect time to get out of here." Lawrence said standing up and walking calmly out of the hall.

"What about the folder?" Chen replied as he gave a few commands to his men to fall back.

"There are other ways!"

Nathan was surprised at how quickly the group had disappeared. At first he didn't realize. But when the gunfire stopped, he slowly raised his head and stared at the now empty hallway. The only thing going on was the alarm and some distance shrieks along footsteps.

He slowly stood up and stared down on the Portuguese man beside him. "I think they're gone!" he said offering his hand towards Costá. The older man got back to his feet as well as the two observed the hall and how they had begun to demolish it. "Are you alright?" Drake then asked again before he heard someone calling his name.

"NATE!" Elena called as she came running into the hall and stopping midway seeing as most of the trouble was already gone. She smiled at Nathan who still supported the seemingly troubled Costà before remarking sarcastically. "Can't I take you anywhere without a gunfight." With that, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his necks leaning into his embrace.

But then again, their moment of piece was yet again destroyed as they heard voices coming from the hall and later on saw several police officers coming into the building. They spotted Nathan still holding the gun and raised their weapons on all three of them. "Whoa there fellas! I'm on your side!" Nathan called out panicked throwing the gun away and raising his hands just like Elena did at his side.

"Desculpe!" Costá started walking over one of the police men in front. "O meu nome é Gonzales Costá. Sou diretor este museu. Este senhor salvou-me a mim."6 He said and pointed towards the two Americans still standing around and not knowing what they were talking about.

The two kept talking for a while and after they departed, Costá walked over to Nathan giving him a thankful smile. "I am deeply in your depth Mr….!?" he asked wanting to know the name of the man in front of him.

"Drake! Nathan Drake!"

He answered and shook the hand of the old Portuguese who seemed a bit taken aback. "The… Nathan Drake?" He asked which forced Nate to raise his eyebrows again. He still held the leather folder in his hands as his face turned into a gentle smile.

With all the excitement from earlier being gone, Nathan felt it was time to bring the subject back on the matter at hand. "So what is the big deal with this folder if I might ask… those dudes have been willing to go through a lot to get this thing into their hands?"

Mr. Costá put the folder back between his arms before he offered Drake to follow him through the hall with Elena joining them on the way. The three waited until there was no one that could eavesdrop on them before the Portuguese could answer. "What bothers me more is that we never told anybody that we have these. But still those people managed to find them. And whatever it is that they are after, I'm sure they will come back again."

It wasn't directly an answer to the question that Nathan asked but it gave him something. "But what is it?" He requested again folding his arms and bringing one hand to his chine.

Once again, the Portuguese man hesitated before he replied. "These are letters written by Fernão de Magalhães, signed and dated on the 31st of August 1521. And they are legit."

Right away, the jaw of Nathan Drake went open and almost dropped to the ground. He didn't know if he should believe what Costa said was true. But his experience told him that history was full of stories like this. Especially given what the treasure hunter had experienced in his own life. "Uhm… Mr. Costá! This is a kinda bold move but…" He started padding on the spot. "But since you said yourself that these are willing to come back for that, would you mind if I take a look at it?"

"Nate what are you…" Elena wanted to get as she kind felt it tasteless after a gun fight for an artifact to ask the director of a museum to keep it.

But then again, she was cut off as the Portuguese man handed the folder over to him. "If what I heard about you is true, your hands might be the best place where this could be at." Costá padded Nathan on the shoulder before walking away.

With his wife coming up at his side, the two stared at the folder of letters in their hands. "What is the meaning of this Nate?" Elena asked knowing what her husband was going to say next.

"It's just one of my feelings again!" He remarked walking together with the folder and Elena to the outside of the museum. I don't what you have been up to Magalhães, but the last time I had to deal with some like you, it ended big.

Author's Note and Trivia:

And that's the first chapter of this story. I hope you like it and hopefully you will be reading again next week.

Language Translation:

1= There are hundred people fitting in the room.

2= That's barely enough for him.

3= I have to go to the bathroom

4= We don't have to hurry

5= Excuse me! Please leave this room

6= My Name is Gonzales Costá. The director of this museum. This man has saved my life.