Fife, Scotland

Sara had to remind the boys moments after the course was set about their belongings still at the nearby inn, including the documents Nathan had put together on Henry Avery. They also need to shower by climbing and sliding through the dirt. Also, each sibling's dip into the sea had left them a little more than needing a hot shower and fresh clothes. Sara used the short flight to the seaport town to fill in her brothers the documents she had found and what intel she could gather before being interrupted. Samuel had reacted the worst when she told them that Rafe had returned to the meeting room moments after she'd snuck in. At the same time, Sullivan and Nathan were concerned about whether she was alright and if the man had hurt her. Samuel had gone into a full-blown tirade about the rich boy and how Sara had been foolish to walk into that cathedral knowing what was there. Samuel's tantrum got so bad that the man began throwing things around the plane's hull. Sullivan had tried yelling back at the eldest Drake to stop, but it was disregarded. Nathan rose, moving his sister to take the co-pilot seat next to Sullivan as he tried to calm his brother down, dragging the larger man to the far back of the plane.

Sullivan sighed, shaking his head. "That boy has some issues." His mouth was a thin line as he spoke, his distaste for Samuel clear. "At least he didn't notice that mark on your neck." Sara's hand jumped to her neck, remembering that Rafe had briefly stopped at the sensitive skin, kissing, licking and biting. Sara hadn't even bothered to think if the man had left a hickey there as she fled the cathedral. Her head turned slowly to Sullivan, the man looking at her with the smuggest smirk she'd ever seen on his face. "Manage to get anything out of him other than groans?"

Sara smacked the man's arm, glancing back at her brothers, ensuring the two men weren't paying attention to her and Sullivan. When she was sure they weren't, she turned back to the older man, whose gaze was back on the skies. "You say nothing…" She hissed low, just enough for him to hear her warning.

Sullivan chuckled again. "My lips are sealed. But tell me, did you two have fun?"

Sara glared at him. "I thought you hated Rafe. Why do you care?"

Sullivan shrugged, a smile still prominent on his face. "I may hate the man, but sometimes a little stress relief is good. And even better when with an enemy."

Sara laughed now. "Are you telling me you're a fan of hating-fucking, Sully?"

"I'm a fan of all fucking, darling." Sullivan glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Sara looked behind her again, noticing that Nathan was still calming down Samuel. The man had stopped throwing things around. "All we got to do was make out before we were rudely interrupted by Nadine," Sullivan snorted as she talked. "As that woman had caught my idiot brothers. But to answer your question, yes."

Sullivan nodded, liking her answer. "Maybe next time do finish the job, and it might serve as a good distraction to give us the winning edge." Sara laughed at his comment.

"No promises."

"Here," Sullivan pulled a scarf from a small compartment beside him, tossing it to Sara. "Unless you want the boys to see that mark of yours?" She glared at him playfully, tying the material snuggly around her neck, offering the man thanks.

Nathan was still calming his brother when Sullivan landed the plane at the town docks. The group knew they had to work quickly. Moving to their rooms, the Morgan siblings took quick showers and dressed in a clean change of clothes, as they had to move fast to get back on the plane, needing to arrive in Madagascar quickly. While the drake boys had dealt a small blow to Rafe and Nadine's operation, the British woman had seen the same map on the floor as the boys did, meaning she also knew to head to King's Bays, yet she wasn't aware of the coins or the hidden message that had been minted onto the cold metal. That was their lead in the race to the treasure.

While Sara was busy washing off the cold seawater, dressing and packing her belongings, she thought back to the meeting room where Rafe had caught her. Sara didn't know if Rafe had planned for the patdown to get so intimate that a simple search of her person for weapons would become a grope fest that would have her moaning under his hands. If she were to bet money on it, her sounds probably caused his brain to malfunction, pin her on the table, and attack her lips with his own. Sara bit the inside of her cheek as she remembered the feel of his hands on her, the way his lips moved against her skin. She didn't need to be aroused right now, but she had to wonder that if Nadine hadn't found her brothers so soon that the pair of them would have fucked on that table. The table where Nadine and Rafe talked business. Sara did hope that in any future meetings they held there, his mind would wander to that thought too. She chuckled. The good thing about being a woman was being able to hide your arousal. For men, they always had a way of making it obvious to those around them. Sara laughed harder when she remembered that Rafe had left with an erection in his pants.

"You good, sis?" Nathan asked from the door, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Sara nodded, trying to calm herself down as she zipped up her back. "Yeah, just thinking about Rafe's face when he returned to find me gone with the cuffs unlocked."

Nathan chuckled. "Yeah, he wouldn't like that." He held out his hand for the bag she gave him. He would take it from her one way or another. "You sure you're good? No injuries or nothing?"

She shook her head. "I'm all good. I did try to shoot at him, but he was faster. Only gave me a pat down before chaining me to some scaffolding." Sara didn't like lying to her brother after all Nathan had done for her in the last fourteen years. His appearance in her life was something she didn't know she needed. She had spent the first twenty-one years of her life happy with her two parents and baby brother, but when she met Nathan, it changed everything. She had a biological brother that had searched for her and loved her, gained amazing friends through Sullivan and Elena, and Elena even became her sister when Nathan married the blonde. But Sara knew that if she told Nathan the truth about what happened in the cathedral, about how Rafe had kissed her and she kissed the man back, Nathan would look at her with disappointment, with betrayal. Rafe was their enemy, a man that stood in the way of keeping Samuel safe. Nathan would never understand it, no matter how much she was attracted to him. And Sara didn't even want to think about how Samuel would react; her eldest brother would abandon the mission just to hunt and kill Rafe and possibly Sara.

"You're frowning," Nathan commented, pulling her from her muses. He was staring at her with such a serious expression, making the guilt pang in her stomach.

"No, I just…I shouldn't have gotten myself caught. I can't pressure you two to come to play Knight in shining armour." She sighed, running a hand back through her long brown hair.

Nathan reached over, ruffling a hand harshly over her smoothed-back hair. Playing the part of an annoying older brother well, she shoved him off. "You're my sister. I'll always be your knight in shining armour."

Sara blinked at her brother, tears threatening to prick at her eyes. She threw her arms around him, embracing him close to her. Nathan dropped both the bags, returning the hug and squeezing her tight. "I love you, Nathan."

"Love you too, Sara." He mumbled in her hair.

"Seriously, you two?" Samuel's voice broke them apart. "You two are busy having a hug fest while we need to get going?" He was standing in the doorway to Sara's room. His arms crossed as his bag was at his feet.

"Fuck you, Sam," Sara swore at him, still in Nathan's arms.

"Fuck you!" Samuel yelled back, now glaring at his sister. Nathan tightened his hold on his sister as he felt her try to move at Samuel, knowing the small woman would beat up their older brother again. Nathan sighed as she fought against his grip, the siblings starting a swear-off. Nathan stood there momentarily, letting them get their little childish spat over with until the siblings were just seething at each other.

"We good?" Nathan asked tentatively, looking between his two siblings.

"Yeah…" They mumbled, still glaring at one another. Nathan nodded, finally letting Sara go and re-collecting the bags. "Meet you both at the plane." He squeezed passed Samuel, giving his older a look. While Nathan Drake was thankful to whatever God existed that he had both his baby sister and older brother in his life, the two hadn't had the chance to know one another as Nathan had gotten to know each of them separately. The two needed time to bond, and maybe the quarrelling would end. Nathan remembered a time when even he and Samuel would not get along, as it was natural for siblings, and even as kids at the orphanage, there would be times they would even hit each other. Nathan chuckled at the memory, one of the few good ones he had, of Saint Francis' Boy's Home.

"What you laughing at, kid?" Sullivan asked him, holding out his hands to take the luggage from Nathan.

"Sara and Sam." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He handed over the bags without a fuss.

Sullivan chuckled too. "They having another spat again?" Nathan nodded. "Those two sure do fight a lot."

Nathan sighed. "Yeah, they haven't had the chance to get to know one another."

"Sam is also a dick." Sullivan shot Nathan a look that the younger man knew not to argue against. "Your brother has spent the last fifteen years locked up. He doesn't know how to communicate or play well with others. And Sara, she grew up with a silver spoon. She learned how to communicate and play with others who are spoiled rich assholes. Now she's dealing with Samuel, a regular asshole who doesn't work in her socialite world." Sullivan entered his plane, depositing the bags next to his luggage. Nathan looked down at his feet in thought.

The ideas hadn't even entered his mind. Nathan knew when he told Samuel after Sara's childhood that Samuel had judged her to be just another spoiled rich kid who hadn't suffered as they had. Nathan had shared his stories with Sara, and she knew everything. Maybe Sara could somehow sense the dislike Samuel had for her. Nathan sighed, stepping away from Sullivan and his plane, and pulled out his phone. He was due to speak to Elena. He watched as Samuel and Sara walked down the docks together, the pair not saying a word as they passed him and entered the plane, just Sara simply mouthing 'Elena?' at him with a raised eyebrow. Nathan nodded as he listened to the phone ring.

"Nate?" Elena's voice reached his ears, bringing a smile to his face.

"Hi, honey."

"Hi, I've been trying to get a hold of you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, the news… there's been all that flooding. Maybe going to Malaysia during the monsoon season wasn't such a good idea?"

"Right, yeah…it uh…it grounded us for sure, you know." Nathan turned around, watching as Samuel and Sullivan appeared to be having a disagreement on the plane. Sara stepped back onto the deck, pinching the space between her eyes. Nathan frowned, wondering what was happening. "Had some equipment failure…but you know, no one's hurt or anything."

"Well, as long as you guys are safe. So, are you going to start work tomorrow?"

"Postponed, actually. Looks like we're gonna need maybe another ten days or so." Nathan looked at Sara, noticing her looking towards him with a disappointed look. He looked away from her.

"Ugh, ten days? Hey, well..why don't I just..uh..go ahead and buy a ticket then?"

"Oh, you know you don't have to do that. It's fine. I mean, you know, these guys always overestimate things. I'm sure it'll be less time than that."

"Okay, well…you know, don't rush. Make sure that you're safe."

"I will. Always do." Nathan glanced at Sara when he heard her scoff at the statement. "Listen. I'm...I'm sorry, I gotta go. Jameson's calling me over.

"Okay…"

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Nathan hung up the phone, shoving it back into his pocket. Sara was glaring at him. "What?" He asked her, waiting to say what was on her mind finally.

"If she asked me what's going on, I'm not lying to her," Sara answered, her arms crossed.

"She's not going to ask." Nathan deflected.

Sara was still glaring at her brother, not bothering to move her gaze away as her phone pinged. She held it up to her face, sighing before flipping the phone to Nathan, a message from Elena flashing on the screen.

'Have you heard from Nate?'

"Okay…" Nathan looked from the phone to his sister. "Maybe she will ask…"

King's Bay, Madagascar

The small hotel room was cramped and stuffy. The humidity from outside left Sara fanning her face as she stared down at her phone. It was mid-afternoon when Sullivan had landed them in King's Bay. The group decided to retire for the rest of the day, as Nathan wanted an early start on heading out to the area where the volcano was to begin searching. He was even arranging a vehicle for them while Sullivan and Samuel had gone to check out the local bar just down the street. She knew the men would be enjoying themselves, with Samuel more than likely getting drunk and possibly looking for some company for the night. While Sullivan would drink, the man was aware of not getting himself drunk to avoid having a hangover in the morning. Sullivan had told Sara stories of his younger days, where he would stay up late drinking and rise early the next day to work with the worst hangovers possible. Nathan would possibly join them, mainly to keep his brother out of trouble. But Sara needed some girl time and needed to talk to her best friend. She knew Emma would be awake by now, getting ready for her job while also wrestling with the toddler she'd popped out just four years earlier.

Sara groaned, falling backwards from her seating position on the bed, allowing her head to hit the uncomfortable pillow. Her phone hovered about her face, staring at the SOS text she had sent Emma over an hour again. Sara was swearing at the phone, waiting for the 'sent' under her text to change to 'read'. She knew Emma; the woman was a perfect mixture of nosey and protective. That's why she had been stalking her and Nathan in the cafe fourteen years ago. Sara shot upright when her phone pinged, the custom text tone she'd set for her best friend going off.

'Do I need popcorn?'

Sara laughed when she read the message. 'Knowing you, yes.'

'So what's going on? Are you still in Italy?'

'No. Was in Scotland, now Madagascar.'

'Wow, that treasuring hunting taking you all over.'

'Yeah, but the drama is about what happened in Italy and Scotland.'

'Get shot at?'

'Nate did. I met his old business partner, who is also looking for the treasure.'

'You fucked him.'

Sara's eyes widened at the text, breath caught in her throat as she choked on air. Fuck, that woman was good. Too good. 'Flirted in Italy, and he got a feel of my ass. But in Scotland, I got caught breaking into his base of operations while Nate was adventuring. His searching me for weapons got a bit too intimate.'

'So, you fucked him.'

Sara sighed. 'Make out and grinding.'

'But you wanted to fuck him.'

'Yes, I will admit that I, Sara Evelyn Briggs, wanted Rafe Adler to fuck me.'

It was a few moments before Emma sent a reply. 'Oh, he's hot.'

'Did you google him?!'

'You told me his name. How could I not google the man you wanted to raw you?'

'I didn't say raw.'

'But you want him to raw you. Let him raw you, I say.'

'Fucking hell, Emma. It was wrong to let you breed.'

'Well, bad news for you, number two is coming!'

'Two mini yous, fucking great, the world is doomed.'

'Soon, I shall have an army, and all the world shall bow before my power. In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a Queen! Not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the seas! Stronger than the foundations of the earth!'

'Did you just quote Lord of the Rings?'

'Yes.'

Sara stared at the phone, sighing again. How Emma had convinced a man to marry her and have children with her would be something Sara would never know the answer to. 'Right, I'm going now. Bye, Emma.'

'Bye, babe!'

Sara closed her phone, shoving it in her back pocket. She hoped that Emma would be some sort of voice of reason to convince her that her attraction for Rafe was terrible and that it would be wrong for her to sleep with him. But no. Emma was classic Emma, encouraging Sara in the worst ways. Sara now had two people suggesting she fuck Rafe if the opportunity presented itself, but she truly hoped it never came. She didn't need the temptation. Sara left her room, locking the door behind her and making the short trek down to the bar. She might as well throw back a few drinks with Sullivan and Samuel.

The two men had been sitting at a small table in a far-off corner, pointed at the door. Sullivan had waved Sara over when she entered. She figured it was Sullivan's idea to sit there, giving him a view of potential threats entering the bar. Sullivan signalled the bartender as Sara sat at the table, the worker bringing over a clean glass for the woman. Sullivan poured her a drink from the bottle of scotch he had sitting on the table. Samuel was drinking some sort of beer.

"You enjoy your girl talk?" Sullivan asked, smirking over his glass as he took a sip. Sara chuckled lightly, nodding at the man. Sullivan had been fortunate to meet Emma at Nathan and Elena's wedding. He had found the girl to be a tad too much but entertainable nonetheless.

"Girl talk?" Samuel raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Sara took a sip of her drink. "Stuck with too much testosterone for about a week will do that to a girl. Need some female contact, even if it's just texting."

"So…" Samuel put down his beer, leaning forward as he looked at Sara. "This friend of yours—."

"No." Sara cut her brother off, watching as the smug look fell off his face. Sullivan barked a laugh at the younger man's expression. "She is married with a kid, Sam."

"Damn." He muttered, going back to drinking his beer.

"Trust me, Samuel, that's a tree you wouldn't want to go barking up." Sullivan chuckled. "That girl is too much for anyone to handle. I'm surprised she even nabbed herself a man."

"She's expecting kid number two," Sara added, watching as Sullivan almost spat out his drink. The older man swore as he coughed, making similar comments as Sara did earlier. "I know, scary." The trio continued to drink and chat until Nathan finally arrived, the man joining them and discussing the plan for the following morning. They were to leave before the sun, driving out to the volcano where they would explore the area, looking for any ruins that could be linked to Henry Avery or any other pirates he could have possibly teamed up with. Sara loved watching her brother's enthusiasm as he broke down the plan and how passionate he became. She had never seen it in person, having only dealt with Nathan through emails or calls whenever he was treasure hunting in the past. It must have been hard for him just to stop, to try and live a simple life with Elena. They had all returned to the hotel just before 9.00 pm, Nathan dragging Samuel away from some local women who he'd been trying to chat up in his drunken state.

The jeep was parked out in the wilds of Madagascar, facing the volcano nearest to King's Bay. The group had been stopped for the last twenty minutes due to being a bit lost, so Sullivan had stepped out of the vehicle to try and get maps working on his phone, only to encounter an issue with GPS as there was no reception. Nathan sat in the front seat while Samuel stood beside Sullivan, launching and catching a rock. Sara was lounging in the back seat, laying back with her feet hanging out the side of the car and sunglasses over her eyes.

Samuel sighed, catching the rock for the umpteenth time. "What're the satellites saying, Victor?" He glanced back at the older man, watching him moving around in circles with his phone raised.

"Right now, not a goddamn thing." Sullivan sighed aggressively, glaring at the man from the corner of his eye. "I lost the signal."

Sara sat up, leaning forward beside Nathan as he observed them. "Sully, raise your right leg while holding your left arm out!" Nathan chuckled, trying to contain the laugh as the pair watched Sullivan almost do as the woman had instructed, but he caught himself tossing a swear back at Sara.

Nathan gave his sister a peck on the check for the quick form of entertainment. He stepped out of the jeep, holding up a folded map. "Hey, y'know what never loses its signal? Paper." He started to unfold it on the bonnet of the jeep.

"Yes, but they can become outdated," Sara added, jumping out of the jeep and walking up to Nathan's right as Sullivan and Samuel stood on the man's left. Nathan gave her a bemused look in response.

"All right," He turned back to the map, pointing to notes he had added to the paper before they left that morning. "This route right here should take us straight to the volcano. Might get a little bumpy, though."

"It always is with your driving," Sara stated dryly. Nathan sighed, pursing his lips as he turned to his sister. Both Sullivan and Samuel were chuckling. "Sorry, I had a really good talk with Emma last night." Nathan just continued to stare at her. The brunette had been cracking insulting remarks all morning.

"Let's get this show on the road," Samuel said, smiling that he wasn't the primary victim of his sister's humour for once. He tossed the rock he'd been holding somewhere ahead of them, not caring where it landed. The group got back into the jeep, Nathan behind the wheel, Sullivan in the right passenger seat, and Sara and Samuel in the back. Nathan had previously ordered them to behave themselves.

As the middle Morgan drove, he informed them to be on the lookout for watch towers, which Avery's people would have built to keep an eye out for any incoming threats, and one of those towers happened to be right by the volcano. Sara had added that while the structures would have been well-weathered and ruined by now, they would still technically be standing. Still, as the Madagascan government did not protect them, it's also possible that locals could have stolen the already carved stones to build homes. Anytime they passed a ruin on trout to the volcano, they would inspect it. After following the river and up rocky mountain trails, they found a tower, the sigil of Christopher Condent, Captain of the Fiery Dragon Pirates. When they came across the next tower in the distance, Nathan had to slam on the Jeep's brakes as an explosion rang out.

"What do we got?" Samuel asked, leaning forward behind Sullivan. Nathan had a pair of binoculars that Sullivan had given him up to his face, inspecting the tower up ahead.

"Military types. Poking around." Nathan answered, still looking.

"Nadine's guys?" Samuel adjusted himself back in his seat, waiting for his brother to speak.

Sara sighed, pulling off her sunglasses. "They just blew up a historical tower." She looked at Samuel emotionlessly. "A $100 says it's Nadine…"

"It's Nadine…" Nathan sighed. Sara just stared at Samuel, blinking away like she was expecting him to hand her the money at any second. "Looks like they found an old colony outpost." Nathan passed the binoculars to Sullivan to take a look.

Sara leaned forward between the two men, waiting for Sullivan to pass them to her next. "There could be twenty of them littering the area. They may not have the right one."

"That's the good news." Nathan comments, resting his arms on the stirring wheel.

Sullivan grunted, handing off the binoculars to Sara. "That means there's bad news."

"The only route to the volcano is straight through them," Nathan answered.

Sara watched as the Shoreline soldiers set up more explosives around the tower. "Fuck, I think they're going to blow the entire thing down." She spotted a military truck with more men in the back. "And we got reinforcements…" Sara offered them to Samuel next while Sullivan swore, but her brother rejected the offer. She shrugged, passing them back to the front. "We got a plan? Other than don't get shot?"

"Just follow my lead," Nathan said, starting the jeep back up. Sara and Sullivan swore under their breaths, knowing just what that meant. Chaos. He'd driven them up around back, out of sight out of the mercenaries. With guns in hand, the four of them snuck their way into the tower despite Samuel's protests of wanting his sister to stay with the car. They relied on stealth, which was easy for Sara with her size. Nathan was good at it, using his climbing skills to scale the side of the tower and through men off the side if they got close to him. Sullivan and Samuel just shot at them outright, which did well to provide a distraction for the two younger Morgan siblings. Once in the clear, the team began checking out the building, and Sara grabbed a new radio from one of the guards, sure that Rafe and Nadine would have changed frequencies after she stole one of their radios back in Scotland.

"God damn it." Samuel breathed heavily, almost out of breath. "Rafe and Nadine must have dozens of guys out here. They could just stumble onto the treasure through blind luck." He was angry at the prospect of the competition getting to it first.

"No, they won't," Sara said simply, fiddling with the radio to ensure it wasn't broken. When she looked up, she noticed all three men looking at her, like she knew something they didn't. Sighing, she continued. "It's pirate treasure. So it's going to be someplace easily accessed by ships…"

Nathan's eyes flashed at the realisation. "So this clue will only lead us to another clue…" Sullivan groaned loudly, throwing his arms up in the air as Nathan spoke.

"How is it none of you thought of that?" Sara stared at them, bewildered over their stupidity of not realising something so obvious. When none of them gave her an answer, she just shook her head.

They returned to the jeep, and with the path now clear, they could continue on. Having to turn a bridge into a ramp with the jeep's winch when it collapsed on them. They continued along the trail, stopping at the top of a short cliff when they noticed more Shoreline trucks heading up towards the volcano in the distance. Once in the clear, they took off after them, following in their footsteps up the mountain towards the volcano. Only Nathan's planned route took them on a different path. After a few sharp turns along a hidden cliff-edge path, they came across another town and a drawbridge. Fortunately, Shoreline hadn't discovered the location yet. As it was another tower, they got out of the vehicle to inspect the area, Nathan finding another sigil on the floor of the watch tower. This one belonged to Anne Bonny. After recording it in his mother's journal, Nathan scaled the ruined tower, spotting another one in the distance.

Sara and Sullivan had worked their way up the crumbling stairs of the draw bridge, witnessing as Nathan hung from a crate balancing on the end of a rope pulley system. His added weight from swinging onto it caused it to move, sending him and the crate crashing into the top of the drawbridge stairs in front of Sara and Sullivan. Sara ran to her brother as he lay on his back, groaning in pain from the floor. Nathan held a hand up to her as he sat up, assuring the woman he was fine. Sara rolled her eyes, refraining from smacking the man upside the head as he stood up.

"I'm going to get the crank. You guys return to the jeep and prepare to drive through." Nathan instructed them as he gestured to the top of the wall the drawbridge was situated on. Sullivan nodded, heading down to catch up with Samuel, who was leaning against the side of the jeep waiting. "Sara?" Nathan noticed his sister adjusting the large wooden create that Nathan had brought down with him, maneuvering it to the wall to be used as a step up to get to the crank, as the wooden stairs had been destroyed long ago. He chuckled when he saw her, noticing she'd decided to help him. They worked together to push the heavy crate into place, allowing Nathan to reach the crank. Sara watched the other two men below as Nathan worked. Samuel and Sullivan span around, looking towards the direction their group had come from, watching as two Shoreline trucks came speeding out, mercenaries jumping out.

"Nate! Shoreline!" Sara yelled out to Nathan, the man halting the crank, causing the drawbridge to flick back into position.

"Ah, these clowns are really getting on my nerves!" Nathan snapped, jumping back down to Sara and pushing her behind the large stone brick walls. Nathan pulled out his weapons as gunfire ran below, Sullivan and Samuel already firing with the soldiers. Sara stepped back close to Nathan as he leaned on the wall, making sure his gun was reloaded, her own pistol in her hands. The siblings exchanged nods before they stepped out behind the cover, shooting from a distance.

Sara found herself finching near every time a bullet would lodge in the brick wall she'd been hiding behind. She would be honest and say that while she loved the idea of hunting down treasure on some glorious adventure, the being shot at part wasn't fun in the slightest. It didn't help that she had little experience with using a gun.

After a while, the gunfire died down. Sara and Nathan called out to Sullivan and Samuel, thrilled when they got a response from the men. Nathan quickly returned to the crank, spinning it again before more Shoreline appeared. They needed to get that Jeep over the bridge and vanish soon. Once Samuel had driven the Jeep through, Nathan hit the crank, raising the bridge again. They could always drop it again on their return. Samuel and Sara moved to the backseat as Nathan took back over driving, following the worn path and having to winch themselves up a mutter hill via a tree. As Nathan worked, Sara snickered as Sullivan lectured Samuel on his deal with Alcazar. But the enjoyment was shortlived as a large boulder that was in the way moved, pulling at the metal cord of the winch and throwing the car off the cliff, the winch being the only thing that stopped them from falling to their deaths. Everyone gripped the car tightly as they held on. Swears left their mouths as Nare advised them not to panic as he used the winch to drive the Jeep up the side of the cliff.

"I am very much panicking here!" Sullivan lectured.

Sara was breathing heavily. Her eyes squeezed shut as her sunglasses at fallen from her head, plummeting to the ground below them. Sara felt a tight grip on her arm, Samuel holding onto her just in case the woman slipped. She screamed when the car jolted, her hair rushing past her as the vehicle fell backwards as the tree above them shifted. Nathan had fallen from his seat. Sara had heard him yell, causing her chest to tighten. Samuel's grip had left her as he grabbed for his brother, and Sullivan grabbed Samuel. Nathan hung there for a second in his brother's grip before latching onto the Jeep, maneuvering back to his seat to work the winch again. Sar felt him move passed her as he climbed. She still hadn't opened her eyes. She couldn't. The fear of seeing it all was too much for her. The blood thumping in her ear's blocked out the sounds of the car moving and the sounds of Samuel praying as he sat next to her, his left hand once again gripping her forearm. Whether for her comfort or his own, she wasn't sure.

"Ah…well, that was fun, right?" Nathan sighed, the Jeep safely back on the road. Sara's eyes snapped open, reaching forward and smacking Nathan over the head. Hard. The man hissed, rubbing at the new injury. "Damnit, Sara!" He cursed her.

She flopped back into her seat, looking at Samuel while the man tried calming himself down. The siblings shared a weak smile, glad that the other was okay. "Thank you, Sam." She mumbled, patting his hand that was still holding onto her arm.

He shrugged, finally letting go of her. "Yeah…well, what type of big brother would I be if I let you fall."

"Less of a douche?" She retorted. The pair stared at one other momentarily before they laughed. Nathan smiled, watching them as he undid the winch around the tree. He was happy that they finally seemed to be getting along.

The drive to the final tower had been short. The group was thrilled that the little adventure through the Madagascan desert was ending. Sara had decided to stay behind with the Jeep as the men went ahead. She wanted to mess around with the Shoreline radio, and Samuel was all for her staying behind out of danger after the small near-death encounter with the cliff edge. She watched them go off with no complaints, but she found herself freaking out slightly as she heard a single explosion in the direction the boys had gone. She watched and waited to hear if there was any more, but when there wasn't, she just figured the boys were making a path for themselves through the ruins. She'd have to lecture them later about the possibility of them destroying anything of significance.

She walked around the Jeep, smiling as she listened in to the radio chatter. Shoreline appeared to be checking out towers in the area, anything that could have been built around when Henry Avery had visited King's Bay. Sara bit her lip as she listened. It was annoying that they had figured out the towers.

"Drake sighting confirmed."

Sara froze in her steps, her eyes widening as the message replayed in her head. "Drake sighting confirmed?" She mumbled, staring down at the radio. She jumped when an explosion rang out from the top of the tower to her left, smoke rising up as the sounds of gunfire followed. Sara grabbed her gun and ran to hide behind the Jeep. She breathed heavily as she listened, waiting for the sounds of anyone approaching her on foot. Time passed as she waited and continued waiting long after the gunfire had ended. She could only breathe again when she heard her brothers and Sullivan calling for her. Dropping the gun and radio, she ran toward their voices, wrapping her arms around Nathan. "You all okay? How many were there? Did you find the next clue? Where do we have to go?"

Nathan chuckled, pulling away from her. "Relax, will you? We're fine. We have two possible locations."

"Two?" She asked, looking from Nathan to Sullivan and Samuel. Samuel held out a folded paper to her. She took it, opened it up and looked at a satellite view of King's Bay, where twelve locations were marked. She realised they must have taken it off a Shoreline mercenary. "Twelve towers, but we have two locations?"

"The coin pointed us towards two locations, too worn to determine which one. So we're splitting up. Samuel is head to one, and we're going to the other." Nathan sighed, taking the map from her as he looked over it again.

"No," Sara stated firmly, causing the men to look at her. "Nate, you'll go with Sullivan. I'll go with Sam." Samuel opened his mouth to retort anything that had come to mind. He couldn't have his sister in danger. "Sam. I won't have you going alone. Nathan and I would prefer one of us with you."

"She's right." Nathan sighed, standing beside Sara as he spoke. Samuel looked between his younger siblings, groaning when he realised there was no point arguing with them. "If you run into any of those Shoreline clowns, you call us, okay?" Nathan looked to Samuel, directing his words at his brother. He was smart enough to know Sara would, but with Samuel, the man would always do something reckless.

Samuel nodded, going over to a Shoreline Jeep that some bushes had hidden, Sara following close behind after having collected the radio and gun from where she'd dropped them. She took the passager seat as Samuel planned on driving, the woman making a remark about if he was just as bad a driver as Nathan. He ignored her, his attention on Nathan. "I'll see you soon."

"Bye, boys." Sara smiled meekly as Samuel drove the Jeep, leaving the two men behind. Sara sighed, watching Nathan and Sullivan vanish behind them in a cloud of dust. She adjusted herself in her seat, facing ahead. "Where are we heading?"

"Around the cape, there's a tower there." He answered her, not taking his eyes off the road. "Nate and Victor are heading to the tower that's located in the centre of town."

Sara nodded, pursing her lips as she sat back, letting the man drive. She figured it would take them about an hour to reach it, and she just hoped that it wouldn't be crawling with too many of Nadine's men. She smiled when a thought ended her mind. Grabbing for the radio, she held it up to her lips. Samuel watched her from the corner of his eyes, a single eyebrow raised as he was curious about what his sister was planning.

"All teams, what's your status?" Sara asked into the radio, putting on a British accent to match the one that all of Nadine's mercenaries seemed to speak it. They sat silently, thinking it wouldn't work until the radio buzzed with life as teams began reporting in. Samuel laughed hard, slamming a hand down on the steering wheel as he listened. Soon they would know how many men would be at their tower, and they'd make that work to their advantage.