Nate sat at the bar anxiously tapping his foot against the metal rod that functioned as a footrest. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been wound this tight.

"Jesus, kid," Sully said as he polished a glass with his towel. "Calm down. I'm about ready to have an anxiety attack just looking at you."

"I'm just nervous, Sully," Nate defended himself. "I haven't seen this girl in seven years."

"So, let me get this straight. You haven't seen the girl in seven years and she calls you up out of the blue and tells you to meet her here. You don't find anything about that a bit… hinky?"

"Hinky? Well I don't think I've ever found anything hinky," Nate said receiving a look for once again mocking Sully's strange vocabulary. "But what exactly are you getting it at?"

"Think about it," Sully said but Nate had nothing. "All I'm saying is if you have a kid, kid, I might just die laughing."

"Thanks, Sully," Nate grumbled.

He was so worked up he might just stroke out and the old man was cracking jokes.

"Damn, kid, take a joke," Sully said. He went to the cooler behind him and pulled out a beer. Popping the top off, he handed it to Nate. "Drink this. It might calm you down."

"Thanks."

"Who's this girl you're meeting again?" he asked.

"Chloe, Chloe Frazer," Nate answered. "You remember her, don't you?"

"Isn't she the one you dated after you and Marie called it off?"

"That's the one."

"Oh, yeah. I remember her. I never forget an ass… uh, erm, I mean face," Sully stuttered correcting himself.

"Sure you don't," Nate muttered.

"I gotta go grab something from inside," Sully said. "Be right back."

Nate watched the old man walk away from the outdoor part of his bar to the inside part across the way. Business was still good for him down here on this Peruvian beach. The same couldn't be said for Nate. Taking a swig of his beer Nate tried to calm his nerves. Setting it down, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He'd been sitting here for an hour and a half and still no sign of Chloe. He was beginning to think she wasn't coming when suddenly a shadow was looming over him.

"Buy me a drink, sailor?" the shadow asked but it certainly wasn't Chloe.

He turned in surprise, "Harry Flynn?"

Nate jumped up and hugged his old friend, "Hey!"

Harry returned the sentiment.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm looking for you, mate," Harry answered.

"Uh-oh," Nate said taking a step back. "Should I be flattered, or worried?"

"Maybe a bit of both," Harry said stealing Nate's beer and heading to a nearby table. "C'mere, I've got a job for us."

"Really?" Nate said taking the seat across from him and stealing back his drink.

Harry set down the black folder he'd be carrying with him on the table.

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

"I'm listening," Nate said getting interested. Anything was better than sitting around waiting for a girl that wasn't coming.

"Now, you aren't going to like this," Harry warned opening the folder.

He passed Nate a brochure for the Palace Museum in Istanbul housing an exhibit devoted to Marco Polo. Alarms went off in his head trigger bad memories. There was no way he was going back there again.

"Oh, no. No, you're out of your mind," he said pushing the pamphlet back.

"Yeah, just… just hear me out for a sec…" Harry tried to explain.

"Flynn, we both know two people who were killed trying to lift something outta this place," Nate countered cutting him off.

"And one who made it out," Harry pushed.

"Yeah, barely," Nate said not having any of it.

"I can't do this without you, Drake," Harry said pleading to his ego. "You're the only one who's cracked it. And you know better than anyone, it's a two person job."

"No, no, no," Nate pointed. "Three actually."

"And speak of the devil, here she comes now."

Harry turned and Nate followed his gaze. The woman that walked out from behind the pillar in her bright red t-shirt and tossed a beer to Harry was definitely not who he would have expected but at the same time exactly who he'd been expecting. Chloe. The last seven years had changed her. She was wearing her hair different and gave off and entirely different vibe than she had when he first met her. Confidence seemed to radiate off of her. But he was completely thrown. When she'd called him she'd made it seem like she was coming alone. Now he found out she was in on something with Flynn.

"Wh…?" he started to say.

"Chloe Frazer," she introduced herself like they'd never met and shook his hand.

"Nate. Drake. Nathan Drake," he said trying to figure out what she was playing at.

She gave him a warning look then proceeded to act like she'd never met him. She walked around behind Harry running her hand across the back of his neck.

"Hello, Harry," she said taking the vacant seat beside him.

"Chloe here's one of the best drivers in the business," Harry explained while Nate just watched Chloe with a confused look on his face. "She'll take good care of us."

"I bet."

Chloe positioned herself in her chair and gave Nate a critical stare. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her but her eyes were saying 'shut up and play along you big idiot'.

"Alright," Harry said standing and opening the booklet. "I've got it all figured out."

Nate and Chloe leaned in to get a better look.

"We go in through the sewer…" Harry continued.

"Loving it so far," Nate interjected sending Chloe a look that said 'what the hell is going on'.

She ignored him.

"That puts us in the courtyard," Harry pointed to a place on the map. "From there we scale up the wall, run across the rooftops, and just drop down into the exhibit hall. Bob's your uncle."

Nate took another swig of his beer trying to comprehend all that Harry was throwing at him. Meanwhile Harry retook his seat. He wasn't finished yet.

"And what is worth all this trouble, I hear you ask…?"

"I didn't, but go ahead," Nate said wondering when Flynn was finally going to get to the punch line.

Harry flipped the book to the next page revealing the image of a jade oil lamp circled in red pen. Nate was a little crest fallen, after all this trouble he was hoping for something better than that.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously. "An oil lamp?"

Harry held up a postcard with a picture of the lamp on it, "Yep."

Nate laughed. They had to be playing a joke on him.

"It's worthless. I don't get it."

"Neither do we," Chloe said seriously interjecting for the first time since her entrance. "That's why we tracked you down."

"Well, it sounds like you're working for a nutcase," Nate said no longer interested. "Some collector who's got too much time and money on his hands. And by the way, this," he held up the postcard, "is not worth any of it."

Harry sat back in his chair and fingered his beer bottle a mischievous grin on his face.

"But there's more…" Harry said pulled something else out of his folder. "How's your thirteenth-century Latin, mate?"

Nate leaned forward and took the sheet from Harry. Now this was something special and rare which had him concerned. You didn't find papers like this just lying around.

"Where'd you get this?" he asked looking between the two of them.

Harry grinned, "Borrowed it from the files of the nutcase."

Nate looked at the page. He could easily translate it. He'd dealt with Latin before on his many of his previous escapades.

"In Trebizond we were set upon by thieves," he read aloud. "Father, Maffeo and I were robbed of our greatest treasures… This was written by Marco Polo," he said excitedly.

"Yes, that much we were able to work out," Chloe said gesturing to herself and Flynn.

Harry sat back in his chair, "Unfortunately, the rest of it is nonsense."

"Wait, hold on…" Nate said. He hadn't finished reading yet. "So that is 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."

"See what I mean?" Harry shrugged. "It's just gibberish."

Chloe didn't seem so put out. Nate could read it in her eyes and she sat forward excitedly. She'd come to the same conclusion he had.

"He's talking about the lost fleet," she said directly to him.

"Yeah," Nate agreed.

Harry had no idea what they were talking about, "Hello, someone want to fill me in?"

"Marco Polo leaves China with six hundred passengers and fourteen ships, loaded down with treasure from Kublai Khan," Nate explained. "Now, he lands in Persia a year and a half later with only one ship left, and only eighteen passengers."

Energy was now buzzing between the three of them now. Nate looked over the papers again.

"Now, he recorded every detail of his journey but he never told what happened to all those ships and the passengers."

"So… so, somewhere out there, there are thirteen ships loaded with the emperor's treasure, waiting to be found," Chloe concluded.

"Yeah, and that is what your client is after," Nate finished.

Harry was still considering their theory.

"Look at this lamp," he said handing the card to Harry. "It's covered in Mongolian script; it must've been a gift from Kublai Khan."

"The light of the Great Khan…" Harry quoted the journal.

"… Shelters the fate of the thirteen," Chloe finished with him.

"Marco Polo hid something inside this lamp," Nate said taking the card from Harry. "Something that pinpoints the site of the lost fleet."

He tossed the card back down on the table and sat back in his chair satisfied with his conclusion. This discovery could be even bigger than El Dorado. Especially if they could actually tell people about it.

"So…" Chloe said asking what they were all thinking. "We're dicking this guy over, right?"

"Damn straight!" Nate said.

"Absolutely!" Harry said at the same time.

Chloe laughed and threw her hands up as if to say 'of course'. Harry rose and grabbed his beer.

"You in then?" he asked.

Chloe echoed Flynn's movements smiling at Nate.

"What the hell," Nate said rising. "What could possibly go wrong?"

They all clinked their bottles together sealing the deal. If only Nate had seen the look in Harry's eyes he might have known something was up. But the thrill of the hunt was too much to deny and he had other things on his mind.

So this chapter is a lot of what we already knew granted I spent an hour getting the dialogue correct. Thank God for youtube. I just wanted to put a little extra meaning into Nate's meeting with Harry and Chloe. Cheers!