Hello readers! I decided to try my hand at an Uncharted story. Please read and review! Enjoy!
"I'm here off the coast of Panama, where we've just recovered what we believe to be the coffin of legendary explorer Sir Francis Drake, who was buried at sea over 400 years ago," Elena Fisher announced. Pausing in the game of toss and catch I was playing with my knife, I glanced at her as she wandered around the coffin, filming the entire thing for some show of hers. A light ocean breeze rustled my short black hair as I turned my attention back to the barnacle encrusted coffin.
"Alex, toss me that crowbar, will ya?" My partner in crime and best friend Nathan Drake asked.
"Sure," I replied, replacing my knife and hopping of the cargo box I had perched myself on and grabbed the item in question. "Heads up." I tossed the metal bar to him.
"Thanks!" Nate jammed the crowbar under the lid of the coffin, attempting to pry it up.
"Are you sure you wanna be defiling your ancestor's remains like that?" Elena questioned.
"You make it sound so dirty," Nate laughed, moving to the other side.
"Is there ever a time when your head isn't in the gutter, Nate?" I asked with an amused smile.
Nate smirked. "Your's isn't much better, Alex." I shrugged. He had a point. He turned his attention back to our hired reporter as he continued opening the coffin. "Besides, I thought you didn't believe us."
"Well, I did my research," Elena answered, sounding rather proud of herself. "And apparently, Francis Drake didn't have any children."
"Well, history can be wrong, you know." Nate shoved the crowbar in one last time and pried the coffin open. He gestured for me to come help him with the lid. "For example - you can't defile an empty coffin." Together, we pushed the lid off, revealing an empty coffin.
Elena gasped and moved forward to get a better look. "What the hell-?" I looked inside and spotted a small box.
"Well, almost empty," I corrected with a smile, pulling out a small leather diary from the box and handed it to Nate.
"You devil," he chuckled to himself, flipping through the pages.
"What is it?" Elena asked eagerly, trying to get a good view with her camera. "C'mon, hold it up."
"No, no, no - no way," Nate said, covering the lense with his hand. "The deal was for the coffin, that's it."
The blonde frowned. "Wait a minute, if my show hadn't've funded this expedition, you wouldn't've -"
Nate held up his hands in defense. "Hey, hey, you got your story, lady."
"Look Mr. Drake, you signed a contract," Elena snapped. I rolled my eyes and shot Nate an 'I told you so' look. I had specifically warned him against signing a contract. "I have a right to see every single thing that -"
"Whoa, whoa -" I interrupted as my electric blue eyes caught movement. "Hold that thought." I ran to the rail to get a closer look.
"What is it, Alex?" Nate asked, following my gaze. "Oh."
"Merda! (crap)" I swore as my suspicions were confirmed. I pulled the walkie-talkie from my belt. "Sully? We're going to have company. Hurry it up." I hurried over to one of the crates as Nate set down a white case.
"Okay, okay - what's going on?" Elena asked nervously.
"Uh...pirates," Nate replied with a sheepish smile.
"Pirates?!"
"Yeah, the modern kind. They don't take prisoners." Nate opened the case and pulled out a gun. "Least not male prisoners," he added as an afterthought.
"Too bad they're not eighteenth century pirates, I wouldn't mind being kidnapped by Captain Jack Sparrow," I commented with an appreciative smile, causing Nate to roll his eyes.
"This isn't Disney, Alex."
I gave my best friend a deadpan look. "I know it isn't, Nate. If it was, we would have burst into song by now."
Elena looked back and forth between us, still confused. "Wait, what are you talking about?" I pointed to the several pirate ships speeding toward us. Elena backed away nervously. "Uh, sh-shouldn't we call the authorities or something?"
"That would be a great idea if we actually had the permits to be here," I informed her, grabbing the other gun and loading it.
The blonde stared between Nate and I incredulously. "What?"
Nate chuckled nervously. "Yeah, so unless you wanna end up in a Panamanian jail, we should probably handle this ourselves."
Elena glanced anxiously at the rapidly approaching ships then back to us. "Wh-what's worse?"
"You obviously haven't been in a Panamanian jail," Nate remarked, loading his gun.
"Let's just say, it's an experience I'd rather not repeat," I added, suppressing a shudder. I handed the fully loaded gun to Elena. "You know how to use one of these?"
"Yeah, it's like a camera… You just, point and shoot, right?" Elena said, giving me an apprehensive smile.
Nate nodded. "Good girl." He looked back at the pirates and snapped the magazine into his gun. "Here we go."
I drew my own gun from my thigh holster. "Just another day on the job." Honestly, the day we are able to make a major archeological find without getting shot at will be a miracle.
"How'd they find us out here?" Elena asked as we ran for cover.
"These guys have been tailing us for weeks, I thought we lost them," Nate told her, popping his head over his crate to shoot at the pirates.
"Apparently not," I said. I shot a couple of pirates from one boat and shot a barrel on another, causing it to blow up and kill the pirates aboard.
"What did you do to piss them off?" Elena inquired, firing a few rounds.
"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?" I inquired, shooting another pirate and immediately ducked as a few bullets zipped over my head.
"These guys don't like you much, do they?"
"Less talking, more shooting!" Nate shouted. He destroyed another boat by hitting an explosive. "Hurry it up, Sully." I spotted some pirate climbing aboard.
"Nate, we've got company!" I warned, shooting the nearest pirate.
"Ah, crap!" Nate fired a couple shots before bolting to another hiding spot. I ran and jumped behind another crate as they fired at us. One pirate tried to sneak up behind me while I was occupied with shooting another. He locked an arm around my throat. I scratched at his arm to try and loosen his grip. Suddenly, he collapsed to the deck, a bullet hole in his back.
"Thanks!" I told Nate and he nodded. An explosion went off to our right, sending us to the deck. "What the heck was that?"
"Oh, my gosh!" Elena gasped. "Drake, that one's got some kind of rocket launcher!"
"Whoa. Okay, that's not good," Nate replied.
"That's a bit of a understatement!" I said, ducking as a nearby crate exploded. In the distance I could hear a rumbling sound that was getting steadily closer.
"What's that?" Elena asked. Nate and I looked up to see a very familiar plane.
"Whooo! All right, Sully!" Nate cheered, as the plane flew close enough to the pirate's boat to send them diving for cover.
"Bout time!" I added with a grin.
"Oh, I don't think I'm getting my security deposit back," Elena muttered, ducking behind a crate.
"Calvary's here," Nate announced.
"Oh, thank God!" Another explosion went off.
"Oh no," Nate groaned. "Ah, crap! Whole ship's gonna blow! We gotta jump!" I hurried to the ship railing and prepared to jump. Elena ran towards me then quickly back tracked. "What are you doing?!" Elena grabbed her camera off a crate and ran back towards me. "Come on! Go!" She jumped over the side, Nate and I followed just as the ship blew. We swam towards where Sully landed his plane.
"I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I?" Sully laughed, opening the door and sticking his trademark cigar in his mouth.
"I had everything under control until they blew up the boat," Nate insisted, grabbing onto the side of the plane.
Sully looked to me as I floated next to Nate. "I thought I told you to keep him out of trouble."
I shrugged. "There's only so much I can do when trouble seems to follow him everywhere."
"All right, I'll give you that one," Sully chuckled. He pulled a ladder from inside the plane and set it in the door.
"Real funny, guys," Nate grumbled and Sully helped me into the plane. He turned his attention to Elena as she approached, holding her camera safe above the water. "You all right?"
"Nothing that years of therapy won't fix," she replied, surprisingly smiling. Guess she was tougher than she looked.
"Well, if it isn't the beautiful and talented Elena Fisher," Sully flirted as he took Elena's camera and helped her into the plane.
"Flattery will get you screen time," Elena told him with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy," he replied smoothly. "Victor Sullivan." He kissed her hand, causing her to blush slightly. I rolled my eyes and located a towel to dry off.
"Oh, for pete's sake…" Nate muttered at our friend's actions. He climbed into the plane and closed the door. "Waddya say we get out of here before we attract any more attention?"
"Sounds like a plan." With that, we took off.
"I call shotgun!" I shouted, hurrying to the front.
"Oh, come on!" Nate whined. "You got shotgun last time."
I grinned back at my best friend. "That's cause I called it."
"Nuh uh, it's my turn."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, ya big baby."
"Thank you," Nate said, giving me a smug grin. That grin was promptly wiped off his face as I plopped down in his lap. "Hey!"
"What?" I asked innocently. "I'm cold and wet, and you're like a furnace." Nate sighed and rolled his eyes, but wrapped an arm around my waist to secure me as I snuggled further into his lap.
"Now that you two kids are finished bickering, was all of this worthwhile?" Sully questioned.
Nate held up the diary we found in the coffin with a satisfied smile. "A little present from Sir Francis."
Sully laughed. "So you found the coffin?"
"Always the tone of surprise," I sighed in mock disappointment. "After all we've been through, I'd've thought you'd have more faith in us, Sully."
Sully ignored me as he took a closer look at the diary. "Wait a minute - is this what I think it is?"
"Well, that depends," I replied. "If you think it's Drake's long lost diary, then yes, yes it is."
"He faked his death, just like I said, Sully," Nate claimed excitedly. "He must've been onto something big."
"Yeah, well, let's just keep that between us," Sully suggested with a glance at Elena. As if on cue, the blonde reporter turned around in her seat and handed Nate back the gun.
"Thanks for the loan, Mr. Drake. I think I've earned a look at that diary when we land," she said. Sully looked to Nate and I, but Nate just shrugged.