Chapter 12
The Brothers Drake
Nathan couldn't feel anything. He knew he was wet, but he had washed up on shore. He was subconsciously aware of footsteps coming towards him. He thought he heard a voice, "Oh…Oh no…Nate! Nathan!" It wasn't Sam's voice though. He tried to open his eyes. He looked up into the person's face. The person's long blonde hair was over her face. It couldn't be. The person dragged Nathan onto dry ground. "Elena…" Nathan whispered, before he fell unconscious again.
The moon shone down on the sprawling mansion. Nathan looked at it. Sam cut the motorcycle's engine and it stopped its buzzing. One thing was for sure, this 500cc engine was quite powerful. Nathan sighed. At least Sam would have a vehicle with him while he had his new job. He was still trying to swallow the fact that he would have to spend an entire year away from him. At least he'd have his mother's things…so long as they could get it quietly. "Well," said Sam, "There it is." Nathan raised an eyebrow, "Who lives here anyway?" he asked. Sam shrugged, "I have no idea," he said, "But this is the address. I've been scoping this place out the past few days. Nobody's home." Nathan sighed. He still didn't feel good about this. Their dad had sold the papers and files, so the 'it was ours to begin with' logic didn't work anymore. Sam hid the motorcycle behind a bush and the two boys climbed the brass gate to get to the other side. Whoever lived here hadn't equipped a security alarm. "And here we are," said Sam spreading out his arms. Nathan was in awe. "This place is humongous!" he said, "It looks like some kind of haunted mansion." Sam chuckled, "Well let's hope it's not haunted tonight…" he said. Nathan looked at it. The building was indeed humongous, and it had a sloping roof, many windows and gables, and the walls were made of stone. "Where do we even start?" Nathan asked. Sam shrugged, "Well by getting in…Then we can take the grand tour." They began walking up the front steps, "Does this place have an alarm?" Nathan said beginning to doubt his previous thoughts, "Well find a way in that doesn't involve breaking a window…" Nathan nodded. They began looking around the extensive property, trying to find a way inside. At this point, Nathan didn't care whether the people at the orphanage were looking for him or not, he wanted to find his mother's papers. It was the last thing Nathan had left of her. He didn't even remember her face. Only Sam did, but Sam didn't talk about her frequently. Nathan couldn't blame him. After all, Sam had watched her commit suicide, and he couldn't do anything to help. His father and mother had been arguing terribly, then one night, a regular argument became a terrible fight. Nathan had only been a baby, but Sam was five years old. They yelled and screamed, then his dad hit her. He had stormed out of the room, and their mother had been left inside the room, sobbing. Sam hid in a closet away from his father, then he heard a gunshot. When he rushed in to see what had happened, his mother was lying there dead. "Hey," said Sam, "There's an open window." Nathan walked over and looked. The window was just above them, sitting atop a part of the roof. Sam rubbed his chin, then jumped up to a slanting part of the roof. He helped Nathan up, and then they both entered the window. Sam took out a flashlight and switched it on. Suddenly, huge piles of items hidden under canvas sheets were lit up. Nathan was startled. There was everything from old furniture, to clay pots that looked like they came from Egypt. "Wow…" Nathan said, "Spooky." Sam looked at Nathan, "Here," he said tossing him the flashlight, "I brought a spare." Nathan grabbed the flashlight and looked around. "So are we looking for a particular room?" Nathan asked. "Just keep an eye out for any books, journals or research papers." Nathan shined his flashlight on a six foot tall statue that looked like some sort of Hindu idol. There were crates from New Delhi India, Tokyo Japan, Cairo Egypt, and many other cities. Some were filled with magnificent artifacts and pieces of antiquity. It distracted Nathan to no end. Each crate was more interesting than the last, but he knew he had to stay with the plan. They were here for a single item. There was an old bronze telescope, old Civil War supplies, and rare books. This was the ultimate attic treasure hunt. Suddenly he heard Sam call, "Eh…It's not going to be in this attic. This is just old artifacts and camping equipment." Nathan called back, "It's like the storage room in a museum!" After a little bit he heard Sam, "Here we go…Hey Nathan down here!" Nathan walked over. It was the trapdoor that led down to the lower level. Nathan dropped down. "So how will we know what it looks like?" Nathan asked. "Don't you remember?" Sam asked, "She always used that off-white leather binding." "Yeah I know but it's such a large place," said Nathan, "Like finding a needle in a haystack…" They rummaged around for at least ten minutes, before Nathan opened a small white box. Inside the box was an off-white leather notebook." "Hey Sam!" Nathan called, "I think I found one!" "For real?" Sam replied. He flipped the notebook over. It was titled, "Relics of Japan; by Kenichiro Nanba." Nathan sighed, "Forget it," he said, "Not one of Mom's." "Well you got the right idea though," said Sam, "Keep looking." Nathan looked around when he saw something. Sitting on top of a box was a beautifully decorated vase that looked like it had come straight out of Ancient China. "Hey Sam," he said shining his light on the vase, "Call me crazy but I think this is a Ming Dynasty vase." Sam walked over to it and shrugged, "Oh come on Nathan," he said, "Who in their right mind would just leave a Ming Dynasty vase just sitting around like that?" Nathan nodded, "Yeah it's probably a knockoff of some kind," Nathan said. Sam nodded, "Still a cool looking vase though…" They found nothing else in the room. Nathan saw another door, and he entered. This room was different from the rest. There were still piles of old things, but there was a bed, and a dresser drawer. It was somebody's bedroom. There were old movie posters on the wall, and biplanes hanging from the ceiling, as well as several different antique toys on the floor. Sam walked over to some of the boxes on the floor. "Hey," he said, "Do these boxes remind you of anything?" Nathan huffed, "Every place we ever lived," he replied. He sighed, "I remember Dad always like, 'why bother unpacking we're just going to move again in a month." Sam sighed himself, "Yep…" he replied. They left the room, and saw another door. Nothing to lose, they entered. Inside the room was something far different than any of them other rooms. There was a huge Egyptian sarcophagus. It looked like it was made of solid gold, with engraved hieroglyphics on it. The face of the sarcophagus looked like the face of the pharaoh himself. Nathan looked at it. Sam walked past it, totally convinced that it wasn't real. Nathan reached out and touched it. It wasn't a fake. "Sam," Nathan said, "This is real…" Sam walked over, his eyes narrowed, "What is this place?" he asked. While he had been around the property, Sam had never been inside, and he was beginning to wonder just what else was inside this strange place. Inside the room were other strange sarcophagi, and idols that would've been placed with the dead. Hindu idols, and just beside the Egyptian sarcophagus was a Roman sarcophagus, Nathan reckoned from the third or fourth centuries. There was another sarcophagus, Etruscan, which were the ancestors of the Romans. "This place is like a museum!" Sam said. Nathan chuckled, "You think they have a dinosaur wing?" "Wouldn't surprise me," Sam replied. Propped up against the wall was a set of armor. It looked like it had belonged to a samurai. Nathan looked at the boots. He wondered how they could walk in them without getting their ankles broke. Nathan saw a staircase that led down. Curious, he walked down them, Sam following. Instead of finding priceless treasures, instead there were simply clothes, and a washing machine. Nathan was bewildered by it all. He couldn't tell if this was a house or a museum. There was no theme in it! He saw several maid outfits beside the dryers, and adjacent to the washing room was a wine cellar. Nothing in either of the rooms. He was about to leave when Sam tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Hey Nathan who am I now?" He looked to see Sam wearing what looked like a broad brimmed safari hat. Nathan shrugged, "I'm David Livingstone, come on!" Nathan shook his head. They left the room and went down a hallway. After opening a door they entered what looked like the kitchen. There was a stove and a countertop. Aside from some food there was nothing on it. It was then that Nathan realized that this was just a house, not a museum. He couldn't imagine having this much history in a single house. Even so, the kitchen seemed entirely normal, if not a bit big. There was all of the normal items, a microwave, a coffee maker, an oven. Connected to the kitchen was a fireplace, with two armchairs surrounding it. The fire had burned down into glowing embers, but it still had a friendly look to it with bookshelves on either side of the hearth. They were all books of history and biography. Nathan saw a large, grand looking globe beside one of the armchairs. Nathan walked over and spun it. "So where are we going?" asked Sam. Nathan turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Well if you could go anywhere in the world," said Sam, "Where would you pick?" Nathan thought for a moment. Anywhere? Several ideas shot through his head. The Middle East, the Himalayas, or the Amazon, but instead he spun the globe, and landed his finger on "India!" Nathan said. Sam laughed, "Yeah we'll visit the Taj Mahal." He said. Nathan thought for a bit longer, "How about the Soviet Union?" he said. Sam chuckled, "Might be a tad difficult to get in," he said. Nathan spun the globe again. His finger landed on England, "Sure would be cool to see Windsor Castle," Nathan said wistfully. With one last spin Nathan landed on Brazil. Sam did a thumbs up, "Now you're talking!" he said, "All kinds of undiscovered places in the rainforest." "And all kinds of tribes with poison darts," Nathan finished. Nathan walked over to the door to leave the room, but before he did he saw another set of armor. This set looked Roman. He took the helmet and put it on his head. When Sam saw it he laughed, "Hail Caesar!" he said. "Hey if you get a hat I want a hat!" Nathan said. They left the room and entered the gigantic dining room. The table was long and made of oak. The table was shining, and above it was a sparkling diamond chandelier, with over twenty five candles set in it. Nathan was in awe, "Wow," he said, "This table's almost as big as the one in the orphanage dining hall. I bet the food here was better…" Sam ran his finger against the smooth, waxed oak, "I bet they threw some great parties here," Sam said. "Judging by the artifacts they certainly had the money for it," Nathan said. "It looks like it's been a while since the last one though…" Sam said. The hall next to the dining room had some particularly interesting artifacts. There was a terra cotta warrior from China, and old flintlock rifles that went back to the French and Indian War. "I wonder if they still work," Sam said. There was yet another set of armor in the room. "Hey Sam check out this crazy helmet." Nathan took off his Roman centurion helmet and put on the new helmet, which had two tall horns on it, "Is that a Viking helmet?" Sam asked, "Come on," said Nathan, "You know Viking helmets didn't have horns. It's Persian." Sam shrugged, "My bad," he said. When they left the hall, they came to what Nathan figured was the main room of the house. Probably the main entrance room. At the doorway were two sets of armor. There was a set of French Medieval armor, and another from a Germanic barbarian. He saw the main door, which was surprisingly small, about the size of a normal door. Some of the doors from room to room were larger than the main entrance. He looked to see at least a dozen pieces of mail sitting below the mail slot. Nobody had picked them up for at least a week. He walked back to follow Sam down another hallway. There was a small table in the hallway with a magazine sitting on it. It was the Adventure Life magazine, and on the cover was an old woman, holding a gold statue from a tomb in Ancient China. At the end of the hall was a large sun room. There were flowers and plants, with a table and chairs in the center. Moonlight lit up the room. There was a stack of books on the table, including one of Sam's favorites. "Hey Sam," Nathan called, "They got your favorite book here," "Really?" asked Sam, "Which one?" Nathan replied, "A general history of the most notorious pirates." Sam scoffed, "Yeah," he said, "More of a made-up history. Even the author's name is fake. There were no journals inside the room, so they left. Nathan and Sam made their way back to the main hall. Nathan saw yet another set of armor, with the most interesting helmet yet. It was the helmet of a Japanese Shogun, and it looked just as impressive as the rest of the armor, which was holding a katana in its metal glove. "Nice helmet," Sam said. He looked around and saw an old Polaroid camera. It had a sticker on it from Arcadia Bay, Oregon. Sam picked it up. "Wow," he said, "Hey look it still works….Come here." Nathan walked over and Sam pointed the camera up to take a selfie. "Big smile!" he said. He snapped the picture and it printed. Sam gave it to Nathan, "Don't lose it," he said. Nathan smiled and shook the picture to cool it off. The color came in and Nathan put it in his pocket. He meandered around the room until he saw a large desk. It looked like the desk from an office in the 1800s. There was a green leather chair and other office tools. There was another small, white box underneath the desk. Nathan pulled it out. He opened the lid. Inside the box were their mother's files. Cassandra M. He felt a massive wave of excitement flow through him. "Sam!" he said beckoning him to come. "What you got something?" Sam asked. Nathan showed him the files and journals. Sam took them as if they were the most valuable treasure in the entire mansion. He laughed with excitement, elated that he had found them. He went off to look through them. He looked back in the box, and saw a large white book. The initials CM were written on the book. Nathan flipped through a few pages, looking at each thing, then a paragraph caught his eye. It read, "Riches of paradise." Nathan raised an eyebrow. Riches of paradise? What did that mean? Nathan read the paragraph his mother had written, "Evelyn bought a 1st edition copy of A General History of Pirates from a collector, along with a stack of 18th century documents. Along with them I found a very intriguing letter from one Joseph Burnes, the first-mate of pirate captain Henry Avery. He hints of the vast treasures of Avery's. What else could the riches of paradise refer to? He sent this letter from prison. He clearly didn't have the treasure with him. So where is it? Need to trace it back to the source. Avery's attack on the Gunsway." The next page was all about Captain Henry Avery and the Gunsway. "Whoa…" he said under his breath, "Henry Avery…Gunsway heist…" Sam looked over at Nathan, "Well what do you got there?" Nathan shook his head, "I've never seen this before," he said. Sam looked at it, "Yeah neither have I. That's definitely mom's handwriting." Suddenly, a light switched on. There was a very old and thin woman looking at them. She was holding a pistol in her bony hands, "Put up your hands," she said in a hollow voice, "Slowly." Her hair was in a small bun, and her face was wrinkled and sunken. She was wearing a black sweatshirt, and she didn't look happy at all. Sam held up his hands and put Nathan behind him, "Hey, hey, hey, there's no need for that," he said. "What is he holding?" the old woman said pointing at Nathan. "Hey you keep your gun on me." Sam said. "Give me my journal," the woman demanded. She coughed, and her hands were trembling. Sam nodded. "I'm sorry Nathan," he said taking the journal. He handed the woman his mother's journal, and the woman sat down. "So what now?" Sam asked. "Now we wait," said the woman, "for the police." Still pointing the gun at Sam, she looked at them. Sam smiled and said nervously, "Yeah you really don't want to deal with that headache…" he started moving towards the door, "Stop!" the old woman said cocking the pistol. "I really don't want to shoot you." Sam still kept himself in front of Nathan, "Come on lady it was no harm, no foul." The woman, still pointing the pistol replied, "We all must face the consequences of our actions. Hmm?" Sam sighed, "Then…at least let him go," he said. "I just brought him down here so he could see our mom's stuff. That's it. He had nothing to do with this." The woman's eyes widened. "What?" she asked. "I'm telling you this is all on me." Said Sam. "No," the woman said, "Your mother's…stuff?" Sam looked confused, "Yeah," he said, "That journal…It was our mom's." The woman lowered her pistol slightly, and she smiled weakly. "Oh," she said, "Your Cassandra Morgan's boys?" Sam's hands were still up, "Uh…Yeah," he said, "I'm Sam Morgan, and this is Nathan Morgan…" The woman sighed and coughed, before sitting back in her chair, looking extremely relieved, "Oh Lord," she said, "I could've shot you!" The old woman put the gun down beside her on the table. Still breathing hard, she took a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it with a diamond shaped lighter. Nathan stepped forward, "You knew our mom?" he asked hopeful. The old woman nodded, "Yes," she said, "as I'm sure you noticed, I'm a collector of sorts. My name is Evelyn Greene." "A collector?" Sam said, "That's a major understatement." Evelyn chuckled, which ended in a series of coughs. Not hard, but not healthy sounding at all. "So mom was, like, your translator?" asked Nathan. Evelyn took a drag on her cigarette and looked at Nathan as if he had said something incredibly stupid. "Your mother…she was the most brilliant historian I have ever known." Nathan's eyes widened. He had always thought of his mother as a sad victim of his father, not a brilliant historian. Evelyn put the journal on her lap, "We could've accomplished so much together," she said, "But then her depression…I'm sorry." Sam waved and shook his head, "Ah, it's alright," he said, "It happened a long time ago." Evelyn turned several pages and looked at it. "Of all her discoveries," she said with reverence, "This would've been her crowning achievement." Nathan and Sam stepped forward, wanting to know. "Sic Parvis Magna," Evelyn said. "Greatness from small beginnings," Nathan said, "That was Sir Francis Drake's motto." Sam chuckled, "Yeah Latin and historical figures…those were our dinner conversations. We were a uh…weird family." Evelyn smiled a bit, before she said, "Did she ever tell you her theories regarding Sir Francis Drake and his heirs?" Nathan and Sam looked at each other, confused, "Sir Francis Drake didn't have any heirs," Nathan said. Evelyn leaned forward, "Uh-huh," she said, "That's what history tells us…But your mother and I believed otherwise." She suddenly sighed and looked like she was remembering old things she would've rather kept locked away, "Learning that old pirate's secrets is just one more adventure I'll have to let go," she took another drag on her cigarette, the smoke fading into the air like the old woman in many ways. "There's a lot I have to let go…" Evelyn looked at the boys and smiled, "Forgive me," she said, "Ramblings of an old woman. My family was tired of me going on adventures and risking my life and…" she sighed. "Here," she said. She took the journal and held it out for Nathan to take. "It is as much yours as it is mine," Evelyn said with a smile. "Who knows?" she said, "Maybe you will one day finish what she started." Suddenly Nathan and Sam heard sirens blaring, several police cars pulled into the drive. Sam nervously looked at Evelyn and pointed out the window, "So uh…" he said, "We're off the hook right?" Evelyn chuckled, "I'll handle the police," she said. She put her cigarette out. "You found your way in," she said, "I trust you can see yourselves out?" Sam nodded She tried getting up out of the chair, looking as if it pained her very much. She winced as she got up onto her weak and wobbly legs. Nathan extended his hand and helped her up. Evelyn smiled and put her hand on Nathan's shoulder, "Thank you," she said. "Alright come on Nathan," said Sam. They were walking away when suddenly the woman gasped and held her chest. She moaned and her eyes closed, "Are you OK?" Nathan asked. Suddenly the woman exhaled sharply and fell to the ground. Sam's eyes were wide with fear, "Oh no, no, no, no!" he said. Sam got onto the ground, "Hey!" he said, "Hey!" he checked Evelyn's pulse. There was nothing. She was dead. "Sam?" Nathan said, his face pale. Suddenly the police starting banging on the door. "Ma'am?" he heard, "This is the police!" Sam took Nathan's arm to leave, "Wait Sam we have to do something!" Nathan said. "No, we have to get out of here!" Sam urged. "We can't just leave her here!" Nathan begged, "There's nothing we can do for her!" Sam said. "If the cops find us here then they'll think that we..." Suddenly the police began banging harder, "Ma'am!?" shouted one of the cops. "Nathan!" Sam shouted. Nathan jumped, and looked into his brother's eyes with terror. "We gotta go! Right now!" Nathan left the woman, and ran up the stairs. Suddenly the police broke down the door. "Window! Come on!" Sam yelled. They both jumped out the window and landed on a stone pathway. Suddenly they were lit up in flashlight beams. "Hey!" he heard an officer shout, "You there! Don't move!" Sam and Nathan made a break for it. He heard somebody yell behind him, "We have eyes on two burglar suspects, on foot, one juvenile, one adult, both male." They ran through the yard until two cops blocked their path. "You two there! Get on the ground, hands on your head!" Nathan and Sam turned around as fast as they could. Suddenly one of the officers grabbed Nathan. "Freeze!" he shouted. Nathan squirmed out of his grip and ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. They ran down a pathway, Nathan following behind Sam. "You're only making this worse for yourself!" shouted a police officer behind Nathan. Nathan ignored them and bolted for the main gate. "They're getting away!" an officer yelled. "This is your last warning! Get down, hands on your head!" They both jumped onto the gate, and clambered over. "Get on the bike now!" Sam yelled, "Come on!" Nathan jumped on the bike and they screeched away before the police could give chase.
Sam gently drove the bike up under the large suspension bridge into the city. The river was in front of them, and the city beyond that. They could hear the cars driving over the bridge above their heads. Sam sighed and turned the motorcycle off. "I'd say we're clear…" he said, "How about we just catch our breath for a second." Nathan nodded slightly and got off the bike. His legs felt weak, and he felt like he could throw up. Sam leaned against the motorcycle, but Nathan walked out a few feet from the river's shore, and he stood there, looking at the city lights. "Some night huh?" Sam said trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah…" Nathan said only slightly above a whisper, "That old lady…" Nathan looked at the ground. "Hey," said Sam in a comforting tone, "Hey that wasn't our fault back there." Sam walked over beside Nathan, "I mean she was…she was sick." Nathan sighed, "I mean it's OK to feel bad," Sam said, "But there was nothing we could do about it." Nathan kept looking at the ground. He shook his head, "So what are we going to do now?" Nathan asked, "I can't go back to the orphanage…You can't go back to your job…" Sam stood there a few seconds, before he shrugged, "Then we won't," he said. Nathan shook his head, "Sure," he said with sarcasm. "No I'm serious," said Sam, "We move as far away from this place as we possibly can." Nathan looked at Sam, "And how long until the cops find us?" Sam chuckled, "Well I think the cops will be looking for Nathan and Sam Morgan." "Yeah that's us," Nathan replied. Sam nodded, "What if it wasn't?" he said. Nathan looked at Sam confused, "Nathan," Sam said, "back at that mansion, you knew just as much about that stuff as that poor old lady. Look," Sam stooped down and took something out of his backpack, "Until tonight, I felt we were destined for something great. But I didn't know what that meant." He took out their mother's white journal. "But this…Mom's unfinished work…This is our chance. We can restart our lives, with brand new identities." "What are you talking about?" Nathan asked. Sam, with opened arms, said, "Well, I know some guys…Pretty good at forging papers too." He looked at the journal thoughtfully, "Now as for our new name…" He tapped the journal, then he smiled, "Mom believed Sir Francis Drake had heirs. Who's to say he didn't?" Nathan looked at his brother, and he smiled. "You're serious," he said, "Aren't you?" Sam shook his head and walked towards Nathan, "Nathan we were meant for this!" he said, "And I promise, you and me, together…we can go far. So what do you say…Nathan Drake?"
"And everything changed after that," said Nathan, "We became explorers…Adventurers…But mostly thieves…Ouch!" Elena wiped the blood off of Nathan's head, "OK," she said, "Just hold still." Nathan finished telling Elena his entire story. She had wanted to know everything, and Nathan had told her. When he had woken up, he had been in her arms. He saw how much she worried, how much he had hurt her. Now, all he wanted to do was make amends. The light of the sun lit the ground up in patches. "You know," said Nathan, "For a while it felt like if we weren't taking turns going to jail it was because we were in jail together." He looked at the ground. He felt exhausted. Elena looked at Nathan, beginning to understand his side of the story. "And after I lost him…" Nathan said, "Or after I…thought…I'd lost him…I…" he sighed. Elena nodded, "You didn't want to bring him back up again," she finished. Nathan nodded, "Yeah," he said, "Something like that…" Elena shifted in her spot. She sighed and folded her cloth. Nathan looked at her and shook his head, "Well that's it…" he said, "Now you know everything." Elena smiled and looked at Nathan, her brown eyes twinkling, "With you I doubt that that's everything," she said. Her smile faded after a bit and she said, "But…it's a lot…" Nathan didn't smile. He didn't think he'd ever be able to smile again, "I'd love to know what you're thinking." He said. Elena chuckled, "I'm thinking you're lucky I found you when I did." Nathan looked at his wife and smiled, "Yeah." He said. "I'm glad you didn't lose a limb or anything," she said, "It would've been a royal pain to get you out of here." Elena got up and walked a few steps away. "How did you find me anyway?" Nathan asked. "Oh you know easy," Elena replied, "Just follow the sound of gunfire." Nathan shook his head, "No," he said, "I mean how did you get…here?" Elena pulled a radio out of her pocket. There was a humming sound in the air like a biplane. "Oh…" Nathan said, "Of course." "Come in Sully," Elena said. "Hey darlin'" Sully's voice came through the radio, "How's he doing?" "Oh you know he's banged up, but he's alive," Elena replied, "Par for the course. Now we just need to rescue the other Drake." Nathan stepped forward, "He's alive?" Nathan asked. Elena nodded, "I saw him being led away by Rafe earlier," she said. "What do you mean?" asked Sully. Elena looked at Nathan, "I'll let Nate tell you," she said tossing him the radio. Nathan caught it and pressed the button, "Hey pal," he said, "Glad you could join us." "Yeah I wouldn't miss it," said Sully, "So what happened to Sam?" "Rafe's got him," Nathan replied. Sully sighed, "You know where they are?" he asked. Nathan nodded, "Uh yeah. They're most likely headed to the north side of the island. That's where New Devon is…See if you can find a spot to set down over there. We're going to need to get out of here pretty quick." "Copy that…" said Sully, "But wait…What about the treasure?" Nathan said the words he never thought he'd ever say in his life, "Forget it," he said, "We don't need it." "But Alcazar?" Sully protested, "No, there is no Alcazar?" Nathan replied, "it's all a lie." Sully sounded confused, "Wait," he said, "you mean…the debt…the escape?" "Yeah," Nathan replied, "Sam made it all up." Nathan looked at Elena, "What a jerk right?" he said. Elena smiled and looked at the ground. "Look I'll fill you in on everything when I see you OK?" Nathan said. "Yeah, I can't wait," Sully replied, "Look you two be safe down there." Nathan smiled, "You know us," he replied. He put the radio in his pocket. Elena held out a pistol, "Trade you," she said. Nathan took the pistol and handed Elena the radio. "Thanks," said Nathan. Elena smiled, "Sure," she replied. "No," said Nathan taking her gently by the arm, "I mean…thanks…for saving me. Again." Elena looked at Nathan like she never had before. There was no smile, just a look that made Nathan's heart ache. "I almost didn't this time," she replied. Nathan nodded slightly and took his eyes off his wife. "Right…" he whispered. They both stood there a few seconds longer, "Come on," said Elena, "I got us a ride." With that, she jogged into the jungle, and Nathan followed her.