Chapter 3: This chapter's events are most definitely not historically accurate. Except the part about the "Mary Rose" setting sail from England in 1545 during the Tudor dynasty. The artifacts part is not real. I'm sure most of you know this; I just thought I would reinforce the fact. I will go into greater detail about this in later chapters. Also, this new idea is not fully developed, so there may be corrections or further details later.

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Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure

"Oh my gosh! That was so much fun!" Abigail's accent was slightly stronger in her current state. She stumbled slightly, and Ben grabbed her elbow.

Ben smiled at the people in the entryway to the club they had decided to visit after the restaurant. The walk back to the hotel was eventful to say the least. Not only was Abigail a bit ditsy when drunk, but she was an impulsive drunk. That is how they ended up in the fountain near the plaza, at two in the morning.

Abigail felt like so alive! She wanted to do something! That was how they ended up running away from a cop, (for a reason that Ben couldn't and didn't want to remember) and ultimately how they ended up in jail. Ben could feel a migraine coming on at this point. He showed the officer on duty his ID, and told them who they were (he was not above using his wealth and famousness to get out of a situation), but the guy had not been in a particularly good mood. So, with his one phone call he called the Concierge at the Resort they were staying in. He explained the situation, and asked kindly if the man could help them out and he'd be sure to refund the hotel for any costs.

The concierge, unlike the police officer, had been in a good mood. Probably because the Gates' family were one of his richest customers, and as things go in the world of money: the richer you are, the more benefits you reap. The concierge-Richard, as they found out was his name later- managed to arrange their release, charge free. Ben felt like he could have kissed the guy at that moment.

When he finally managed to get her back to the resort, the bell boys and people at the desk were giving him looks. He shrugged his shoulders, "She had a little much too drink,"

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The next morning Abigail was not her happy-go-lucky self that had reared its ugly head the night before. Instead she was downright grumpy.

"Here, compliments of the room's coffee pot." Ben supplied her with the coffee.

She grabbed it from him greedily and began drinking it quickly. "Ugh, my head feels like someone bashed it open,"

"If I had known that you were a cheap drunk, Mrs. Gates, I would have taken advantage of that long ago," he quipped.

The steely look she gave him would have made him keel over into an early grave. Fortunately looks couldn't kill, and he just sat down next to her and patted her on the shoulder. "First hangover?" he teased.

"No!" she said defensively. "It just doesn't take that much to get me…tipsy."

"I clearly saw that last night, and you mean drunk," Ben grinned.

Abigail looked outraged, "I was not drunk!"

Ben clapped his hands next to her ears and she gasped and covered them. "Don't do that!"

At his pointed look she just rolled her eyes and finished her coffee. "You wanna get some breakfast? I could use a little bit of food in my stomach."

He refrained from making a smart comment because he didn't want to get into trouble, and nodded in agreement. "Okay,"

Breakfast was at a relatively large diner-type restaurant. It was "cute" as Abigail put it. Not the word Ben would have used, but it was sufficient. It had good pancakes that was for sure. While they were eating, their waitress Rosie brought them the Newspaper they had requested. Finally Abi was starting to feel better, the hangover was all but gone, and she was brightening up.

They split the paper up into sections, Abigail taking the recent events, and Ben taking the front page.

"Hey, Abigail, look at this," Ben said after scanning the page.

"What is it?"

"They found a letter from the glorious revolution, from King William to an unnamed member of parliament, concerning the remains of one of Henry Tudor's (King Henry the Eighth) former wives. Supposedly she was supposed to have held the key to finding a long missing group of artifacts. The artifacts dated back to the early 9th century, when they had begun disappearing. Centuries of artwork, sculptures, writings etc. that had been missing from public view until the Tudor dynasty caught wind of it.

According to the legend, at least a part of the treasure was recovered, and it was put aboard the "Mary Rose" in 1545 one of the days' high tech ships… and she set sail to the Americas where the artifacts could be protected- as was the wish of Henry's former wife. But the ship sunk on the coast of Florida. Attempts were made to recover the ship, but it was eventually forgotten after several failed tries. Over the centuries, the old attempts to recover it flared up again, but no one had ever been able to bring up the ship that had sunken into the mud- it weighed at least seven tons. It was recovered though, in the early 1800's. It was restored and returned to port in England after a little over 350 years. When the descendants of those who were looking for or protecting the treasure searched for the treasures aboard the ship, there was no sign of it. "

Abigail's eyebrows rose as she read the article for herself. "Interesting,"

He looked at her with a smile.

"Oh come on Ben! Seriously, you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking are you? This is my honeymoon. Our honeymoon. Save the treasure hunting for another time, maybe never. I mean we've already found enough treasure for a lifetime!"

Ben gave her a puppy dog look, not nearly as effective as if Riley had been doing it, but it was worth a try. "Come on, I don't want to really do anything about it. Just, you know, look into it. Read up; find a new story to tell Riley when we get home. Please?"

Abigail sighed and gave him a moody look; he was unsure if it was due to her hang over or his request to look into the treasure. It could have been a mixture. "Fine, but only for a little while, we had better get back to our honeymoon soon."

"Yes!" Ben pumped his fist in the air. "You're the best. Have I ever told you that I love you?"

Abigail rolled her eyes. Not that she would admit it to his face, but she was somewhat interested in this new distraction.