[ WELCOME YA'LL! To Uncharted: The Treasure of Lima. So this FanFiction takes place after Game 1 (Drakes Fortune) so please bare that in mind if you're new to the Uncharted Universe as there will be some slight spoilers from DF but before Game 2 (Among Thieves). There will be some appearances from various Uncharted Characters in this story but there will be no Elena/Chloe. I want it to be an adventure fic and lessen the romance down a bit ;) Because let's face it-it's about the treasure! There will be some OC's on my part for obvious reasons. Let us know what you guys are thinking on this story (read/review) Because I love me a review :D I will endevour to keep it regularly updated-to the best of my abilities! So enough yakking and let's get cracking! ENJOY :D ]
Crisp golden sands glowed, turquoise waves glistened in the morning dawn. The sound of the gulls overhead bickering and the gentle hum of the ship as it drifted forward echoed into the wide abyss of the Pacific Ocean.
He sat up. That bloody thing. His cell phone was ringing incessantly. His skull cracked against the bottom of the above bunk. The bunk bed thing was turning out to be one of the worst ideas they could have come up with. Hell they were lucky to have even got two tickets for this cruise...and it wasn't because they purchased them. Thankfully Sully was a lot better at poker then he made out to be. Sully grunted like a disgruntled yak from the above bunk. Nate wanted nothing more than to simply fling the dastardly phone out of the cabin window. How had anyone even managed to obtain his number? He'd had bought the phone on the dock before they had cast off. Nate rubbed his head. Sully had swiftly returned to his slumber and his snoring. The phone was ringing, the yak above was snoring. The gulls were bleating outside the windows. Nate balled his fist and threw it upward hitting Sully's back; hard. Another grunt followed by a wheeze the bunk dipped dangerously low as the man above shifted about. At least the snoring had ceased...for now. Twisting Nate pulled the phone off the side table and answered it hesitantly.
"Hello?" he said in a groggy tone. Tequila was not for him...
"Hello Mr. Drake. We are calling on behalf of AT & T," a woman's voice spoke promptly.
"Eh..."
"In regards to your latest purchase how would you rate our service so far?"
Nate sat up now running a hand through his dark hair. A phone survey really? How the hell did he even still have service? He pulled the phone away from his ear looking to the service bars. Full. Curse this infernal cruise.
"Eh...fine?" His eyes quickly looked around the room straining against the dark to try find his...well a shirt. He heard the ships horn blow loudly again and cringed at the sudden loud noise. It blew right through him.
"Wonderful. Did you know you could purchase an ungraded phone, like the one you are using, at a discounted rate of $39 a month?"
Why on earth would Nate dream of purchasing a phone on a monthly payment? And why again would he bother after he had just bought this phone? Bloody sales people. It was no wonder no one humoured them these days.
"No I'm alright," Nate paused mid reach to grab a baseball shirt, looking toward the blotted out window and saw the bright sun peaking through the cracks of the blind. Rising off the bed Nate crossed the room before pulling the cord, snapping the blind up.
"At only $39 a month you could receive a brand new iPhone with up to 256GB worth of storage and unlimited data."
Nate frowned his shoulders sinking. Just hang up. Hang up the phone. That's what he kept telling himself. Why wasn't his hand responding?
"It's really okay. I don't need a new phone."
He really didn't. His phone with buttons worked absolutely fine not only that but it had lasted him years-even through the chaos that had been his previous job. Boy what I nightmare that had been. Nate could still see the pale form of the Gollum like Spaniards chasing him. His body shuddered.
"We've been looking at your usage over the past week-"
Exactly. Past week. Don't humour them any longer. At the end of the day it was the woman's job on the other end of the phone but hell he really didn't have the time nor patience. Nate pulled the phone away from his ear. The phone beeped signalling the termination of the call. Nate groaned and threw the phone onto the bed and picked up a clean, well clean enough shirt, pulling it on over his head. He set his eyes on Sully who had begun snoring again. Really? Pulling a leg of his jeans on he snatched up a boot, hurling it across the room. The boot collided with Sully, hard. There was an odd meaty thwack. The old man gave a cry and lurched upright smacking his brow against ceiling of the cabin with a dull thud before Sully collapsed back onto the bunk again. Nate flinched as he heard the sound of the old man's skull against the plaster.
"Oh good you're up!" Nate nodded jerking the second jean leg on before forcing one of his trainers on. Snatching up a sock and his other trainer Nate pulled them both on quickly. Picking up one of the key cards to the room he stuffed it down into his back pocket. "I'm going for some breakfast. I trust you can get up without hurting yourself? Meet me in the dining hall when you're ready?" Nate smirked hearing Sully cursing under his breath. Mutters of 'god damn'. Nate made for the door and opened it pausing briefly to turn back to Sully. He hadn't heard a response. He opened his mouth to speak before noting the object barrelling toward him. Swiftly Nate ducked down and outside the room pulling the door over. There was a heavy clatter against the other side of the wood. A maid watched him from down the corridor. Throwing the woman a small smile Nate pushed the door open slowly and noted the boot on the floor, being swept back.
"Woah...careful old man you're getting stressed. I still need you to pilot," Nate smirked, closing the door of the room before striding down the corridor passing the maid he grinned nonchalantly before continuing toward the dinning hall.
He had a swift breakfast of toast and eggs and bacon. Was actually pretty good. He had waited for Sully but the man had opted to not follow at any great pace. The dining hall was an impressive thing, a large open hall littered with tables and chairs for the rich and powerful. A stretching ceiling of glass rose up overhead, the smell of salt and surf trailed through the open windows and doors. The round bar at its centre was shut...for now. Many of the people in the hall sat with newspapers or phones updating themselves on the latest stock market no doubt. Nate had decided to busy himself with a tattered journal. His lower class must have been easily noted-no waitress or waiter bothered with him. Good thing it was a serve yourself eh? After finishing his coffee he rose and stepped out onto the wooden deck of the cruiser. Now he realized just how plebeian he looked. It wasn't by choice he was here-that's what he kept reminding himself of. Nate looked out across the deck and the large pool that sparkled on the lower deck. People were sunbathing or sitting at the pool side while others swam lengths. Nate could swim but he couldn't remember the last time he had swam in water as clean as the pools. His attention was drawn up now. He looked to the Cocos Islands that loomed in the crystalline like waters. They were so close now, so much so he could see the green foliage of the trees and the pointed peaks, clouds descending through the mountains...where he hoped to find the long fabled buried Treasure of Lima. If legends were to be correct then the booty there could fetch up to $208 million. A pretty price...one he longed for. By special permission of the Costa Ricans park rangers that lived there a small party was being granted to go ashore. Nate's name had been the first on the list...but tourists weren't allowed to camp..stay overnight...that would prove a bit difficult.
Drawing his eyes away from the island Nate's eyes returned to the rich who scuttled about the decking, all they wanted was the top dollar Pacific Ocean tour. The sun and the service. He doubted very much that any were even aware that a treasure was fabled to be on the island. The butterflies began to take wing in his stomach, the thrill of the hunt and the prospect of a treasure at the end of it all-it's what he lived for. Nate looked down and watched one of the elite about to emerge from the pool. It was a woman. Perhaps it was the blonde hair that had drawn him to her? A woman broke the surfaces of the water, long pale golden hair tumbled down her bare back, her body was encased in a black one piece bathing suit, her skin richly tanned. Nate watched her. Who was she? She seemed...familiar... A man approached the woman from behind. He was dressed in a black suit and a white shirt. His face was shaded with dark glasses, he too had blonde hair but it was slicked back. Nate actually knew him. He was that snotty millionaire-Richard Hawk of Daystar Airlines. The man had his own airline company, one of the most successful and luxurious. Not only that but he was co-owner of Whitehorse Science magazine which was one of the best sellers in Europe...like he needed more fame or recognition. It only made sense that a man like that would end up with the best looking women on the best cruiser in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Nate watched them for a moment still intrigued by the woman he was sure he had seen her before too... had it been in some cat walk show or in some magazine. Not that he regularly followed that sort of thing. Maybe it could have been that Scully, being the dirty old man he was, had a poster of her riding a rocket or something pinned up somewhere.
"She's well out of your league, kid" Sully's voice came from behind him. Nate spun to see the man striding toward him.
"I wasn't looking-" Nate began before Sullivan raised his hand and stopped Nate from saying anything further. The man had one of those god awful flowery shirts on again. This time it was an astonishingly awful candy red color.
"Yeah-yeah," Sully leant on the steel railings and looked down at the woman and Hawk before smirking. Nate said nothing more, his eyes returning to the woman as Hawk kissed her, spoke briefly before striding away. It was only then Nate realized she was looking to him and smiling. Was she looking at him? Or...was there someone behind? Casting a quick look over his shoulder Nate saw no one. It was him. He presented her with a smile in return feeling himself blush slightly. Sully chuckled next to him.
"If you're that desperate, why don't you just go talk to her?" he asked. Nate straightened and shook his head quickly.
"Yeah that would be a great idea wouldn't it? Did you not see she belongs to that Hawk guy? You know how he is when he's around other people! Volatile when he's not in front of the camera. You saw him the other night at dinner." Sully nodded in agreement. Nate had him there. Richard Hawk seemed to be the glowing epitome of what someone should be like. He was successful, attractive and wealthy. In reality, from Nate had seen, he was a highly strung unbearable prick. Nate looked back down to the lower deck but the blonde woman was gone. Nate sighed and looked Sully once again. It was only then he noticed the a thick red splodge on his forehead. That must have been from the ceiling.
"Not even on the trail yet and you have already injured yourself? I think that's a new record," Nate smirked watching as the old man drew a cigar from the chest pocket of his shirt.
"Yeah well it wasn't my doing was it?" Sully grumbled rubbing the blotch.
"Must have been that Lisa of yours. Too many bar maids for one night...eh old man?" Nate joked as he returned his attention to the island. Inhaling a deep gulp of the sweet smell of the surf, a small smile curved its way onto Nate's lips. The waves slapped the cruiser's hull, the gulls crowed overhead, the wind whistled softly. Nate wondered if it was true and weather he and Sully could find it. They stood looking at the islands and waited. One way or another though Nate wanted that Treasure-he wanted to find the Buried Treasure of Lima.