A/N: Hello, everyone! Okay, well I decided to write a fic about National Treasure - I was thinking about writing it in story format but it got really confusing. If you have a problem with this, tell me, okay? I hope it isn't, and before you decide why don't you read it! It will be continued--although I don't really know how long it will be. It's coming along quite quickly! This is summed up from the HUMEROUS pov, thank you very much!
I hope you enjoy
NATIONAL TREASURE - RETOLD!
Some Creepy Attic In
Grandfather's House
YOUNG BEN: -snoops and prods, eventually finding the foundation of the movie-
DUST: is removed
WEBS: are removed
ANCIENT BOOK OLDER THAN GRANDFATHER: is moved
GRANDFATHER: -sneaks up on young Ben- OMGWTF! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH THAT!
YOUNG BEN --screaming like a girl--: OMG IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO I JUST HEARD STORIES AND I WANTED TO KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE!
GRANDFATHER: Oh, okay, why didn't you say so?
YOUNG BEN: Euhh, because I was never old enough so I thought it was wrong and I was going to find out for myself . . . ?
GRANDFATHER: . . . Oh what the hell, you're old enough now. Anyway, what to tell? Lets see, it goes like this: Not everything is normal here in America because there are really secret messages all over the United States that no one knows about except us Gates, who WILL eventually find this NATIONAL TREASURE if it's the last thing we do, even if your father thinks we're completely CRAZY!
FATHER --creeping in evesdropping--: Y'ALL ARE CRAZY! IT'S A BUNCH O BULL!
YOUNG BEN: I do believe in stories, I do! I do!
GRANDFATHER eyes shining: That's muh boy! Now go have fun and try not to got to prison for the rest of your life!
Many Years Later In The Middle Of A Snowy Desert Of NOTHINGNESS
BEN: Are we there yet?
RILEY AKA BEN'S BEST FRIEND: Almost.
BEN: How 'bout now?
RILEY checking GPS: Nope.
BEN: Now!
RILEY: WILL YOU COOL YOUR JETS!
BEN: I'm sorry! I'm just totally completely psyched that we are about to descover this really cool ship named Charolette that holds the secret to this whole movie!
The GPS starts beeping frantically, signifying that they have reached their destination and the whole team gets out merrily, hoping and praying that Ben isn't completely one-hundred percent insane.
SOME GUY: What are we looking for again?
BEN --eye roll--: A SHIP!
SOME GUY: -looks out into a snowy desert of NOTHINGNESS- Shit, man, I don't see anything! Besides, how could a ship end up here?
SOME OTHER GUY: Dude, everyone knows that a ship could have possibly gotten here when the ice caps melted and then refroze again causing open water for a ship to be here!
BEN: SHUT UP AND GET YOUR BEEPER THINGS OUT!
Everyone holds out their metal detectors like idiots and start searching for a ship that should be hundreds of feet below the ice in a snowy desert of NOTHINGNESS! Surprisingly, Ben only wanders a few feet before his metal detector starts beeping like a madman. Then, as he is digging, we await a long time before he actually reaches anything, but the ship is merely 6 inches down covered in white fluffiness. With that seeming very corny and uneventful, he just HAPPENS to have uncovered the name "Charolette" of all places on the ship.
BEN'S EYES: gloss over in awe
EVERYONE ELSE: YOU DID IT! WOOT! HAVE A PARTY!
BEN: SHUT UP AND DIG, MAN
In a flash, the ship seems to be half dug out, allowing the crew to enter The Charolette.
CREW: -pulls out flashlights-
RILEY: -starts snooping immediately coming across a FROZEN ZOMBIE and begins screaming like a girl- OMGWTF THERE ARE ACTUALLY PPL ON THIS SHIP? AHHHH! -pants and falls over-
BEN: You handled that well.
RILEY: Aww, shit man, thanks.
BEN: -opens door that happens to lead into the right place but is filled with really weird barrels-
IAN: WTF is this? WHERE IS THE TREASURE! YOU TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE TREASURE!
BEN: Cool it, I said this would LEAD us to the treasure because the 'Secret Lies With Charolette' meaning that Charolette only COULD have held the treasure.
RILEY: He's right man, you lied.
IAN: AND YOU'RE BAD AT PLAYING CARDS!
BEN: . . .
OTHER GUYS: Can we plz get this show on the road cuz we have a lot of looking to do if there is some sort of clue in here.
SOME GUY: I wonder if that FROZEN-ZOMBIE-CAPTAIN that seems to be mysteriously holding that barrell could have it?
AUDIENCE: nahhhhhhhhhh couldn't be.
IAN: -breaks open all the barrells and licks the black powder that comes out- Hmm . . . seems to be gun powder.
RILEY: You can tell that by licking it?
IAN: Duh.
Ben ignores everyone and seeing that he is the brains of everything of course he should be the one to find the first clue, so he takes off the creepy dead fingers of the FROZEN-ZOMBIE-CAPTAIN of The Charolette and opens it up to find a pipe.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this--I would appriciate reviews!
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