So, I'm finally back into writing and I'm continuing my rewrites of the Uncharted series with Gravity Falls characters. If you'd like to know the reasons for my recasting, you can find it on my gallery on Deviantart. I'm also under the name "Matthiamore" there. Anyway, this my retelling of Uncharted 2: Among Thieves, which is considered by many, including me, to be the best in the series. Here we go...

Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with Uncharted or Gravity Falls.

"I did not tell half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed."

-Marco Polo, on his deathbed, 1324

Chapter 1: A Rock and a Hard Place

(A dim light flickers in a slightly dark passenger train car. A cold breeze flows through the open windows. The car is uninhabited except for one unconscious person sitting in one of the seats. It is a young, brunette man wearing a dark-grey shirt, blue jeans, empty brown gun holsters and a necklace with a silver ring on it. He also had a blue and white baseball cap with a pine tree on it, but it was not with him at the moment. He is modern-day treasure hunter, Dipper Drake. There are a few small cuts and bruises on his face. He groans and slowly opens his eyes.)

Dipper: (wearily) Wha-What's going on...?

(He tries to sit up but feels a great pain in his side. He winces and looks down and sees a nasty bullet wound in his abdomen. Blood had stained his clothes and hands.)

Dipper: That's my blood... That's my blood. That's a lot of my blood...

(He feels the cold breeze and looks out the window next to him. He sees a large mountain cliff covered in snow that appeared to be on its side.)

Dipper: (confused) What...?

(Suddenly a wooden box came flying from the front of the car and smashed into the seat next to him. A barrel came flying by next and zoomed past him. It crashed into the back doors and opened them up. Then Dipper felt his seat being pulled back.)

Dipper: (shocked) Oh, God.

(He musters up his strength and tries to stand up. He grabs on to the seat in front of him as the seat he's on bends back and snaps loose. It flies towards the back and out the car. Dipper holds on to the seat as best he can until it too bends back causing him to let go. He too flies back down the car and out the doors. He hits the railing on the back of the car starts to tumble off before grabbing it. Then he sees the situation he's in. The train car is dangling off the cliff above a misty gorge thousands of feet below.)

Dipper: Oh, crap...

(As he hung there, he slowly pulls himself over to the side of the railing. He grabs on the bottom of the car as the railing came loose and fell. He then struggles to pull himself up the car, climbing the gears on the bottom. Then a large rock came tumbling from the cliff and hit a spot on the car next to him, sending a set of wheels down. He nearly looses his grip but keeps climbing.)

Dipper: Be a lot easier just to let go.

(He climbs up on a pipe on the side of the bottom until it suddenly comes loose and bends down and swings him around.)

Dipper: They don't build 'em like they used to.

(He then grabs on to a window as the pipe came loose and fell. He pulls himself through a window and onto a seat. He starts climbing the seats until one comes loose and swings him back out through another window. He holds on to the window sill and catches his breath.)

Dipper: (frustrated) What else could go wrong?

(He climbs back over to the bottom of the car and grabs onto another pipe.)

Dipper: Hope this one holds...

(As he makes his way up, he sees that the car was connected to another car that was sitting on the cliff. Suddenly, the other car slightly slides off and shakes the car he's on. A door on the side opens and he climbs on it. Then he lifts himself up on the end of the car and up into the one on the cliff. He starts to walk through until it jolts again.)

Dipper: (nervous) That's not a good sign...

(The car starts to slowly slide off the cliff and Dipper moves as fast as he can. He reaches the end just as it goes over the cliff.)

Dipper: Oh, shit!

(He jumps off and grabs the ledge of the cliff as the train cars plummet into the gorge. He pulls himself up on the cliff and lies down to rest for a bit. He closes his eyes and slips into unconsciousness. He then has a flashback of the moment that started the whole chain of events that led him to this unfortunate situation.)

(Dipper sits alone at an outdoor bar in a beach resort. He wears his pine tree hat this time. The resort is deserted. He silently sips his drink until a figure quietly walks up to him. He turns and sees a muscular blonde-haired man in a light-grey shirt and dark pants.)

Rumble: Buy me a drink, sailor?

Dipper: (surprised) Rumble McSkirmish?!

(They give each other a small hug.)

Both: Hey!

Dipper: What the hell are you doing here?

Rumble: I'm looking for you, mate.

Dipper: (sarcastically) Uh-oh. Should I be flattered, or worried?

Rumble: (chuckles) Maybe a bit of both. C'mere, I've got a job for us.

Dipper: Really?

(They sit down at a table. Rumble pulls out a folder with documents.)

Rumble: A client is willing to part with a huge sum of cash if we "acquire" a certain object for him.

Dipper: Alright, I'm listening.

Rumble: Now, at first, you're not gonna like this.

(He opens the folder and shows Dipper a brochure of a place he knew too well: The Istanbul Palace Museum in Turkey that featured an exhibit of artifacts that belonged to Marco Polo. Dipper remembered when he took part in a heist at that place that went very badly.)

Dipper: (skeptical) Oh, no. No, you're out of your mind.

Rumble: Now just hear me out for a sec-

Dipper: Rumble, we both know two people who were killed trying to lift something outta this place.

Rumble: And one who made it out.

Dipper: Yeah, barely.

Rumble: I can't do this without you, Drake. You're the only one who's cracked it. And you know better than anyone, it's a two-person job.

Dipper: No, no, three, actually.

Rumble: Right. And speak of the devil, here she comes now.

(Dipper turns and sees someone else walking towards them. A beautiful woman with long red hair, a red tank top and tan pants approaches them with two drinks in her hands. She hands one to Rumble and holds her hand out to Dipper, who recognizes her.)

Dipper: (confused) Wh-?

Wendy: Wendy Corduroy.

(Dipper remembered her as an old flame of his but she was pretending not to know him in front of Rumble, so he shook her hand and played along.)

Dipper: Uh, Dipper... Dipper Drake.

(Wendy sat down next to Rumble and across from Dipper.)

Rumble: Wendy here's one of the best drivers in the business. She'll take good care of us.

Dipper: I bet...

(Rumble unfolds a map of the museum and the surrounding area.)

Rumble: All right, look. I've got it all figured out. We go in through the sewer-

Dipper: Loving it so far.

Rumble: That put us in the courtyard. From there we scale up the wall, run across the rooftops, and just drop into the exhibit hall. And what is worth all this trouble, I hear you ask...?

Dipper: I didn't, but go ahead.

(Rumble turns to a page in the brochure and reveals a picture of an old Mongolian oil lamp that's part of the exhibit. Dipper gets even more confused.)

Dipper: That's it? An oil lamp?

Rumble: Yeah.

Dipper: It's worthless. I don't get it.

Wendy: Neither do we. That's why we tracked you down.

Dipper: Well, it sounds like you're working for a nutcase. Some collector, who's got too much time and money on his hands. (points at the lamp) And by the way, this is not worth any of it.

Rumble: But there's more... How's your 13th-century Latin, mate?

(He pulls out another document from the folder and hands it to Dipper. It's a paper with a scanning of old Latin writings printed on it.)

Dipper: (amazed) Where'd you get this?

Rumble: "Borrowed" it from the files of the "nutcase".

Dipper: (reading) "In Trebizond we were set upon by thieves. Father, Maffeo and I were robbed of our greatest treasures..." (looks up) This was written by Marco Polo.

Wendy: Yes, that much we were able to work out.

Rumble: Unfortunately, the rest of it's nonsense.

Dipper: Wait, hold on... (continues reading) "So that it should not fall into the wrong hands, I concealed my great sorrow in the unlikeliest place. The light of the Great Khan shelters the fate of the thirteen."

(Rumble remains confused while Dipper and Wendy become intrigued.)

Rumble: See what I mean? It's just gibberish.

Wendy: He's talking about the lost fleet!

Dipper: Yeah...

Rumble: Hello, someone want to fill me in?

Dipper: Okay, so Marco Polo leaves China with 600 passengers and fourteen ships, loaded down with treasure from Kublai Khan. Now, he lands in Persia a year and a half later with only one ship left, and only eighteen passengers. Now, he recorded every detail of his journey, but he never told what happened to all those ships, and the passengers.

Wendy: So, somewhere out there, there are thirteen ships, loaded with the emperor's treasure, waiting to be found.

Dipper: Yeah, and that is what your client is after. (points to the lamp again) Look at this lamp. It's covered in Mongolian script. It must've been a gift from Kublai Khan.

Rumble: "The light of the Great Khan…

Everyone: shelters the fate of the thirteen."

Dipper: Marco Polo hid something inside this lamp. Something that pinpoints the site of the lost fleet.

Wendy: So now that we figured it out... we're totally screwing this guy over, right?

Dipper: Damn straight!

Rumble: Absolutely! (to Dipper) You're in, then?

Dipper: (smirks) What the hell?

(The three clink their drinks together.)

Dipper: What could possibly go wrong?

(Dipper opened his eyes and slowly picked himself up off the ground. He sees a huge pile of more wrecked train cars in front of him. He limps his way away from the cliff side and towards the wreckage on the snowy mountain.)

Dipper: (panting) Terra firma...

(He goes underneath a car stacked on top of some others and through another car behind it. He then finds the body of a man in a light-armored grey uniform. He finds a pistol next to it and picks it up.)

Dipper: Karma's a bitch.

(He goes in another car and finds a chain on the door on the other side.)

Dipper: (annoyed) Of course it's locked. It's always locked.

(He takes the gun and shoots the lock off. Then he opens the door and moves through a pathway in the wreckage. He gets to a cargo train car with the back blown open. He climbs up the crates inside and gets on the roof. Then he drops down on another passenger car and starts to go through it. Suddenly, a nearby tanker car explodes and sends another car crashing into the one Dipper's in. Upon impact, the car is knocked onto its side and Dipper is thrown around and knock out again. He proceeds to have another flashback.)

(Dipper sat on the bed of a hotel room, lost in thought. Then he heard a knocking on the door. He stood up and went over to answer it. When he opened it, he saw Wendy standing there with her hand leaning on the wall.)

Wendy: (smirks) Hello, Dipper.

(Dipper said nothing and put his arm around her. He quickly looked around the hallway and pulled her in the room before shutting and locking the door. Wendy was slightly taken aback.)

Wendy: Well, so much for foreplay.

Dipper: (frustrated) You mind telling me what the hell is going on?

Wendy: You mean with Rumble?

Dipper: Yeah, you mighta warned me.

Wendy: (chuckles) And miss the look on your face? Anyway... you haven't exactly made yourself easy to find.

Dipper: (rolls his eyes) Talk about making yourself easy...

Wendy: Oh, you're not jealous... Let's not forget who walked out on whom, after all. You don't get to be jealous.

(She lightly pushes him, causing him to sit down on the bed. Then she sits down on his lap and puts her arms around his neck.)

Dipper: Now, wait a minute, Wendy...

Wendy: If it makes you feel any better, me relationship with Rumble is strictly professional.

Dipper: (raises eyebrow) Really?

Wendy: Well, mostly professional.

(Dipper groans and lies down. Wendy climbs on top of him and looks him right in the eyes.)

Wendy: (seductively) When I figured out he was actually onto something, I thought you'd want to be in on the action.

(She takes his hands and puts them at her waist. Dipper gives a small smile and a faint blush.)

Dipper: So what's the plan?

Wendy: Just like we said. We pull the heist, we find the ships, and make off with the treasure.

Dipper: With Rumble.

Wendy: Mm-hm.

Dipper: And then?

Wendy: And then, we split the take three ways, and you and I just disappear... Together, this time.

Dipper: I see...

Wendy: Until then, he can't know about us.

(She caresses his head and leans her head closer to his.)

Dipper: He's gonna be pissed?

Wendy: He's gonna be fine. Trust me.

(She kisses him on the lips and they start making out.)

(Dipper wakes up again and struggles to get back on his feet. Because the car is on its side, he goes out a hole in the roof. He moves through more snow and into another cargo car. The car's opposite end is elevated above the ground. He slowly walks up until the car's bottom falls off and he tumbled out and back into the snow. He then makes his way under the car and further up the hill. He enters a wide area with some more wrecked cars.)

(As he limps through the snow clutching his bullet wound in pain, he notices something sticking out of the snow in front of him. He moves up to it and pulls it out. It is an ancient bronze dagger with a triple-sided blade and a Buddhist head on the handle. Dipper sits down against a car to rest again and looks at the artifact. He knew it had something to do with whatever led him to the state he was in now.)

So, Dipper's in a really bad situation right now. If you haven't played the game, the first half of this story is a big flashback that shows how this happened. There's also Wendy playing Chloe Frazer, as I thought it fit her well. And there's also a humanized Rumble McSkirmish playing Harry Flynn. Some characters were easier to cast than others. So anyway, plenty more coming up next!