It has been three months since we left the island and the nightmares still haunt me. Constant reminders of those we had lost plagued my mind, Roth, Alex... I pushed those thoughts away as best I could and rolled onto my back to look up at the cracking ceiling. Probably should get that fixed. I eventually found the energy to get up and was greeted with a knock on the door.

"Really, I'm not in the mood Sam. I don't want go..." I opened the door to a familiar face who then pulled me into a bear hug.

"Can't breathe, Uncle Sully." He wasn't really my uncle, but he was the closest thing I had to one. He was in his typical blue Hawaiian shirt with khaki pants, his hair still gray and slightly receding. "Hah, sorry kid. How've you been?" He asked as he guided me towards a chair in the kitchen. "Um, I've been better." I said not really meeting his gaze. This isn't the topic I really wanted to talk about.

"I'm sorry, I heard about what happened, you did all you could, but at least you're alive now." Sully said grabbing my hand. I turned away to avoid his eyes, my eyes began to water so I got up to walk around. No words came out when I tried to speak, so I stood mute.

"Okay I know what will make you feel better." He then pulled out a scraggly piece of paper and placed it on the table. Curiosity got the better of me and I felt myself being drawn to the folded paper. I unfolded it and read its contents.

"You can't be serious, where did you get this?"

A sly grin crept up onto his face. "I have my connections."

"What type of connection do you have that is able to find the lost treasure of the Flor de la Mar?!" He continued to grin while my mouth stood agape, still staring at the paper in my hands.

"Feel better?" Sully said. "Much better!" That wasn't actually true but this would keep my mind from wandering back to the nightmares.

"Okay, wait, I thought that they already knew where the ship was, just didn't know how to get to the treasure."

"Ah well that's where they're wrong, that piece of paper in your hand proves it." He took it from my hands and read the rough translation aloud.

"19 November 1511- The winds continue to beat against the mast, I don't know how long we will last. The crew is starting to get anxious. Afonso de Albuquerque, our captain, refuses to go to shore. This isn't sitting well with the others; there could be a mutiny planned. Deus cuida de nós*.

20 November 1511- The ship can't take much more and many of the crew has abandon ship, including our captain. The rest of us are working on getting her to shore. Hopefully she'll make it."

"Are you sure this is all real? Not just a fake?"

"Well, my 'connection' stole it from her employer. Have you by any chance heard of Abílio da Nova?"

"I've heard of him, isn't he supposed to be one of the richest men in Portugal and the descendent of João da Nova?" I asked wondering why Sully had brought him up. "That's the employer I mentioned earlier. He bought it from some dealer and Nate found out about it. So I 'encouraged' one of his workers to get it for us."

"Honestly I didn't want to know about the last...wait did you say Nate?" I remembered him from the one or two times I had met him. I didn't know him very well, but I remembered that he was only a few years older than me.

"Okay, so where do we start?"