The musty smell of dust and old papers hung heavy in the air. Fingering across various old texts, maps, and journals, he knew he was close to finally having the answers. Nathan could picture the way the light would bounce off the silver and gold from the Dead Bishops Treasure, and he wanted it.

When the São Vicente set out in 1357 to Portugal with a wealth of treasure that could tempt even the most righteous man, it was not a surprise when pirates attacked them. While the Pirate Captain, Antonio Botafoc, was quickly caught when his ship was run aground, the other captain, Martin Yanes, and his crew and the stolen treasure disappeared. Most people assumed, even Nathan himself, that the ship crashed and was forever lost at the bottom of the Atlantic. But everything changed three years ago when he found an old ledger from a brothel on an island off the coast of Portugal. In it, it accounted for debts from Yanes and several crew members well after they had robbed the São Vicente.

Lost in the research, Nathan could hear very little over the sound of his mind putting together the pieces. At least that until he heard a large crash and a nasally piercing voice cry out, "I've fallen, and I can't get up." Nathan quickly swept to his feet, stashing the ledger away under his shirt. Heading towards the sound of the commotion, he quickly caught sight of a pristine pair of white tube socks flailing about under a collapsed bookcase.

"Help! Help!" the high-pitched voice rang out.

Nathan had to be careful as he approached to help to ensure he wouldn't get kicked. "Are you hurt?" He asked as he started to gather some of the fallen books.

"Uh… I don't think so" the trapped man replied. "Do you think you could help me?"

Nodding with a slight smirk, he kneeled next to the bookcase "Yeah. On the count of Three. One, Two, Three." Lifting the bookcase to free the young man. Before Nate, he saw a thin, young, black man with thick glasses.

Once he was free, the young man scrambled to his feet and quickly looked over his extremities. "That's going to leave a bruise, but I should be okay? Thank you for helping me. "

"My pleasure, These old archives can sometimes be hazardous, so be careful in the future" outstretching his hand, he calmly said, "My name is Nathan; what's your name?"

He could feel the tickle in his nose reaching for his outstretched hand. "I'm...Ah" Fighting hard against the building, sneeze, "I'm… ah." Flaring his nostrils, trying to hold it in. "I'm... Ste-CHOO" Throwing his arms back to catch him mid sneeze and slamming into the unstable bookcase again. This time it rocked the other way and fell on the other bookcase behind it, creating a large domino effect as bookcase after bookcase fell over and knocked the next one down.

With each slam, the young man winced. "Oh- Did I do that?"

Nathan looked at the mess around him. "I think an argument could be made that this was more gravities and poor floor planning's fault, but yes. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Again reaching out his hand.

"I'm Steve Urkel," He responded with a goofy smile. "Do you spend a lot of time in dusty libraries?"

"Only ones that are easy to topple over," smiling back, "I would recommend getting out of here before the librarian come back and forces you to re-rack the books."

Shaking his head, "No, I need to find something, so going through the books one by one might help."

While Nathan didn't want to go through the tedious process of cleaning up this mess, he looked at the scranny mand before him and knew there wasn't a way that Steve could do it himself. "Okay- Let's get to work." He said, clapping his hand together.

"You don't have to stay." Steve said.

"Nah, I can't leave to have you do it yourself," Nate said with a friendly smile.

Lifting the original shelf one by one, they started placing the books where they belonged. With each book, Steve would quickly read the title and check some of the pages only to put them on the shelf. "So, what brought you down here?"

Kneeling, Nate grabbed a large stack of books. "I guess you could say I have always had a curious mind," he said, flashing them to Steve before placing them on the shelf. "Finding the things no one else can find. Plus, it helps to win Trivia night."

Steve chuckled. "So you're a historian?"

"Of Sorts," gesturing to the next fallen bookcase, "One. Two. Three. So what's the name of the book you are looking for?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure it has one," tucking his thumbs under his suspenders as he thought, "I am trying to track down some old family ties, and they grew up in this area, and I figured a long shot is better than no shot."

"I have found more with less. Perseverance and a little luck are sometimes all you need."

Gesturing to the mess around them, "Luck isn't always my strong suit- but the Winslow's taught me about perseverance."

Looking at the other shelves, "Pft, this was bound to happen. What's the name you are looking for so I can also keep an eye out?"

"Mary Urkel. But I am looking for an old account book of the local Madame. I know Mary worked there, and I hope it will give me some clue as to where she ended up going next." Urkel said while moving towards the next bookcase.

As Steve spoke, Nathan could feel the book just under his shirt. "Ledgers are some of the most accurate historical records. So, what's the mystery with Mary?"

Steve thought about it before answering, "From what I know about her, I understand her. Her parents weren't around much, and both of mine are…busy. I feel like if I could find out what happened to her, I could understand more about myself. That sounds crazy, right?"

Nathan thought back to his early obsession with Sir Francis Drake. "No, no, that's not crazy at all," He thought it through, and as they moved to the last bookshelf, Nate carefully pulled the ledger out and placed it inconspicuously with the next stack of books he was picking up. Putting a few back first. Nate put on his best-surprised face, "Wait, hey, is this it?" flashing the old leather-bound journal to Steve.

"Whoa, Mama!" he exclaimed. "I think that's it"

Nate gingerly handed it over. "Why don't you sit down and see what you can gather? I'll clean up the rest of the books."

"Thank you, Nathan," he said, grabbing it and hurrying over to the desk to dig in.

Shaking his head, he nodded happily to himself as he stacked to books next to each other.

There was a warm hand that gently shook him awake. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dimly lit room.

"Did you get the information?" Laura's voice rang

Stephan smirked as he pulled the IV needle out that linked his mind to the sleeping Nathan Drake beside him and said in a cool smooth voice, "Yeah, I got it. Nathan Drake never could keep a secret. Now, let go find the Dead Bishop's Treasure."

Fin