Indian Ocean

Sara sighed as the hot water was heavenly on her tired and bruised skin. Rafe was a man who was quite possessive and rough in the bedroom, yet always making sure she at least came. He was already proving himself a better lover than some of her past relationships. Well, her male relationships, for sure. It also felt good to finally get the dirt and dust off that had caked onto her skin from her treks through the Madagascan wilderness. There was also the fluid and semen that dried between her legs that she had to scrub away. Sara entered the steam-filled bathroom after cleaning herself down and washing her hair. She wiped down the mirror, allowing herself to see her reflection as she inspected her skin. Fingertips traced over the butterfly of hickeys that travelled from her neck to her breasts. Rafe sure went all out when it came to marking her flesh. Sara sighed, finishing drying off her body and towel during her hair the best she could before dressing. Rafe had brought her a change of clothes, which Sara guessed he borrowed from Nadine, or the man really did think ahead when it came to kidnapping her and arranging a wardrobe for the brunette.

Once dressed, she stepped out of the bathroom, Rafe still gone from speaking to Nadine after their morning round of sex. Sara's eyes landed on the desk, papers and files still knocked to the floor from when he had taken her on the wooden surface. Biting her lip, Sara gave a slight chuckle at the recent memory and, knowing that Rafe seemed to prefer taking his women from behind. She knelt down to the documents that had been thrown across the floor in the couple's haste, placing them back on the desk. As she sorted them, Rafe entered the bed chamber with a scowl ruining his handsome face.

"Not so pleasant chat with Nadine?" Sara raised a brow, watching as he began to undress without a word.

Rafe scoffed as he began to fiddle with his belt buckle. "She had some choice words about who I take to my bed." Sara raised both eyebrows now. She was surprised Nadine would be so bold to talk to Rafe about who the man chose to fuck, but then again, the two were business partners, and Nadine saw Sara as a threat to their success.

"I hope you're not hoping for a second encore. I'm bruised enough as is." She commented, watching as Rafe kicked off his pants, standing entirely bare in front of her with no shame.

"I didn't have time to shower with Nadine demanding my presence this morning." He ran a hand through his hair, the loose strands failing to stay in place. He moved to his wardrobe, picking out a clean set of clothes. "And I see I missed out on the opportunity to join you."

Sara smirked at his final remark. "What did Queen Elizabeth want?"

Rafe turned to face her with his clean clothes in his arms. "We'll be arriving at Turtle Island within the next hour. And there was a boat spotted on our radar."

"A boat?"

Rafe nodded, moving towards the bathroom. Sara followed after him, wanting to continue the conversation. He didn't object. Throwing his clean clothes on the bathroom counter, Rafe started the shower and waited for the water to heat up. "A small one. I'd say it's Nathan and Samuel."

Sara's mouth formed a tight line. "Remember our agreement."

Rafe smirked at her. He stood in front of her as he gripped the base of her neck. "No harm comes to Nathan and Sullivan." His lips landed on hers as he gave her a long, bruising kiss, the action pulling a moan from her throat. Rafe chuckled as he pulled away, moving towards the shower, slipping under the water, and letting it wash over his body. Sara watched him as he cleaned himself, observing how his hands ran over his skin and hair. The man was lucky that he wasn't covered in as much dirt and grime as Sara had been, only sweat and whatever remained of their intimate affairs between his legs. He seemed to take special care as he cleaned himself, knowing that Sara's eyes were on him as he scrubbed at the flaccid flesh.

"If you get yourself hard, it's your own problem," Sara yelled out to him over the running water, making the man laugh. As if taking her warning to heart, he moved his hand away, reaching to turn off the water. Sara handed him a clean towel when he stepped out, readily accepting the plush cotton and drying himself off. Sara opened the bathroom door to let the steam out as Rafe took the time to shave his face. "Has Shoreline gotten satellite imagery of the island?"

"We have."

She watched him as he worked, making smooth and even strokes with his razor. "Any outlying features of note?"

Rafe cleaned out the razor in the sink before he ran a hand over his jaw, testing to see if he missed any hairs. "There were, but the jungle appears to have overgrown whatever was there." He began to dress.

Sara frowned as she thought. "It's been over three hundred years. It makes sense that nature has taken back the land. Also, whatever was built, there are ruins and possibly a death trap. Also, actual traps." Rafe tilted his head at her, a questioning smile on his face. "I've heard enough stories of Nate's adventure and pirate tales to know that there will be traps." She stared at him blankly.

Rafe chuckled. "I'll show you the satellite images. I'd liked to get your input." He finally began slicking his dried hair back, its perfect hold taking place. Sara opened her mouth to comment but was interrupted by banging and Nadine calling for Rafe at the door to his chambers. With another scowl, Rafe stomped past Sara, going to answer the aggravating Brit. "Nadine?" Rafe hissed as he opened the door, the women glaring at him from the other side.

"Where's that little bitch?" Nadine entered the room, looking around as Rafe followed her with an offended stare.

"I'm taller than you." Sara sighed, stepping out of the bathroom and shaking her head at Nadine. Nadine quickly grabbed her by the shirt collar, but Rafe moved forward, shoving the woman off.

"Nadine." Rafe hissed again, putting himself between the two women. "You mind telling me what this is all about?"

"That bitch," She pointed over his shoulder at Sara, who could only raise an eyebrow at her. "Has contacted someone. My Shoreline servers have been hacked."

"Hacked?" Sara asked, her features turning quizzical. Rafe looked at her, noticing the brunette's genuine confusion. "Hacked how?"

"They've locked our servers. We can't access any information." Nadine barked, not taking her gaze off Sara. "I know you had something to do with it." Sara continued to stare at Nadine.

Rafe sighed in one quick breath, showing just how frustrated he was with the situation. "There would have been no way for Sara to contact anyone. I had my phone, and my laptop is password protected."

"Bullshit, she must have contacted someone." Nadine turned her glare to Rafe. "Whoever this hacker is, they have all the computers playing gay porn—"

"Gay porn?" Sara interrupted Nadine, her eyes wide. Both the Brit and Rafe looked at her, the looks on their faces demanding an explanation. Sara groaned, pinching the bridge between her nose. "Fucking Emma…"

"Your Emma?" Rafe asked slowly, his scowl returning.

"Yeah…" Sara dropped her hand, facing Rafe. "Nate must have contacted her after you took me. She's a skilled hacker and works for the American Government as an IT security consultant. Think FBI and CIA."

"Why would some US Government IT nerd flood my servers with gay porn?" Nadine seethed.

"It's her go-to for revenge. She did it to her college boyfriend after he dumped her. Let's just say his zealot Christian mother was not impressed with what she found on the family computer." Sara laughed hard at the memory, ignoring the looked the business partners were sending her. "Let me at the servers. I should be able to tell her that I'm fine and get her to back off."

"And slip her some message?" Nadine questioned, still glaring at Sara. "I don't think so."

Sara sighed, ready to retort, but Rafe spoke first. "Sara will handle it, Nadine." Nadine's eyes snapped to Rafe, her glare deepening. She didn't talk as she stormed out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Rafe sighed, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his emotions as he breathed deeply. Sara looked to the back of his head, watching him and waiting for him to do something. "Sara, follow me." He stated simply, opening his eyes and walking out of his chamber. Sara followed, only stopping to close the bedroom door behind them.

He led her up to the third floor of the yacht, where a command centre had been set up in the captain's wheelhouse. There were walls of computers lined up and a central table in the middle, where Sara could spot the satellite images of Turtle Island. Still, her vision was drawn towards the computer as she saw the movement of the screen and the sounds that followed. Rafe grimaced at the computers.

Nadine was leaning against the table, her arms folded as she glared at the brunette. Sara just ignored her as she approached one of the computers, one that had a built-in webcam. She typed in Emma's full name with simple strokes on the keyboard. All the screens went momentarily black before the face of an aggressive blonde woman replaced them. Emma Dolton. Her gaze somewhat softened when she saw her best friend.

"Sara! Are you okay?!" Emma shrieked loud enough that Sara visibly cringed.

"Damnit, Emma," Sara growled. "I'm fine. Not hurt or anything."

"You sure?" Emma asked, her gaze shifting to the pair that stood behind Sara. Nadine and Rafe. "The boys are worried sick about you, especially Sullivan. I got to see him throw that Samuel man up against a wall. Kinda hot."

Sara smacked her hand into her face hard on that comment. "What?"

"Oh! Right! You don't know! Elena rang me, all worried. And as you didn't warn me! I told her everything. I was on a video call with her when it all went down. Dude. I think she might be leaving Nathan." Emma's eyes were back on Sara, a deep frown on her face.

Sara felt her heart stop. She was breathing deeply as her fingers dug into her palms, leaving crescents marks on the skin. It was something Sara didn't want. She had wanted Nathan to tell Elena, as she knew how her sister-in-law would react to being lied to. And now her worst fears were coming true. She couldn't help but blame Samuel. Had he never shown his face, she and Nathan would still be living their lives happily in New Orleans.

"Sara…?" Emma asked cautiously. Rafe stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch her back, fingers grazing along the surface of her shirt, feeling at the skin beneath the fabric.

"I'll fucking kill him…" Sara seethed. Emma's brows shot up, shocked to see her friend so angry. "Emma...I need you to release Shoreline's servers and remove the porn…"

"But…"

"Emma." Sara snapped. "Do it or the cow." Emma's eyes widened. Her gaze snapped to her keyboard in front of her as she began to type away, unlocking the Shoreline servers. A mercenary sitting beside Sara confirmed that they had access to their servers back. "Thank you, Emma."

Emma nodded, her face emotionless as she stared back through the screen. "Sara, you know what you're doing?" Sara nodded, her own face serious. Emma sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "I'm a text away if you ever need me."

"I know," Sara gave her a weak smile. "One last request, don't tell the boys." Emma's brows furrowed from the request, her gaze glancing back to Nadine and Rafe, yet lingering on the man who now stood by her friend, his hands obviously on Sara's back. Emma could only look at Sara and nod. She had to hope that her best friend knew what she was doing. With a final goodbye, the screen went black as the video call ended, and Sara released a breath she didn't realise she was holding. Moving past Rafe, Sara went to the table and began to look over the documents that had been set out. "Happy?" She spared a glance at Nadine.

Nadine's scowl didn't change as she looked at the brunette. "Cow?"

Sara paused, going through the documents, looking off into space as she thought on the subject. "During our second year at Stanford, Emma rang me at 3 am. She was on the roof of a two-story fraternity house. With a cow. To this day, the Dean has been demanding to know who was responsible."

Nadine raised a brow at Sara. "You can't be serious…"

"I am. I have no idea how she got it on the roof. Emma never told me. No one knows. They had to use a crane to get it down." Sara sighed, laying out one of the satellite maps in front of herself. She studied the document, looking for the possible outline of ruined buildings. Rafe had come to stand beside her, watching her work. He knew that once Sara got started on a task, it would be hard to distract her, and right now, she needed to be distracted, anything to get her mind off the aggression she felt towards Samuel. Nadine was watching her too, but more out of caution. Reaching over to grab a pen, Sara began to out mark where the buildings were, comparing various maps to ensure she was marking everything correctly. She was able to make out two clusters of buildings. One appeared to be a large town, while another was a small one with bigger buildings. Her brows creased as she took it all in. "Look at this."

Nadine moved around the table, standing to the woman's right as Rafe was on Sara's left. The three of them looked at the map, noticing what the brunette had drawn. "Two towns?" Nadine asked, one of her fingers tracing the left cluster to the right. Sara nodded.

Rafe chuckled. "Seems you were correct about a pirate colony."

"Libertalia." Sara hummed.

"With all that jungle, it might be too dense to get vehicles through," Nadine grunted, looking at a satellite image of the terrain.

"Also, the possibility of how badly the place is in ruins will affect traversing by foot," Sara added, looking at Nadine. The Brit sighed at the woman's comment, knowing the woman was correct and how that would affect how Shoreline moved about the island.

Rafe was still looking over the map Sara had marked. "Sara did also mention this morning that there could be the possibility of traps set in place." He tapped at the right cluster, where the larger buildings were. "Sara, you think the treasure would be here?"

Sara looked at where Rafe was pointing. She countered what appeared to be twelve buildings. "Twelve dwellings for the twelve pirates." She traced her eyes around the surrounding area. "I suspect there is a cave somewhere on the surrounding bays that leads under the city. It would make sense for the treasure to be stored somewhere both protected and easy to move at a moment's notice."

"I can have my men scout the bays and beaches," Nadine suggested.

Sara shook her head. "It's been over three hundred years. The entrance could be overgrown or collapsed in. We may not be able to see it. Getting to this city—" She tapped the right cluster. "—is our best bet at finding the entrance. I would assume it's located in the dwelling Henry Avery was calling home."

Nadine frowned. "I'll tell the men to prepare some dynamite—"

"No." Sara cut her off, glaring at the dark-skinned woman. Nadine glared back at her, not liking having been interrupted. "The use of dynamite could cause potential cave-ins, plus, you'll risk damaging historical buildings and artifacts. Nadine opened her mouth to retort but was cut off again, this time by Rafe. The man agreed with Sara. They needed to confirm the location of the treasure before they started to extract it.

Nadine growled. "We have those Drake brother's out there. If we're to collect the treasure, we need them out of the way."

Sara stood straight. Her arms crossed as her glare deepened. "Rafe and I have an agreement."

"Yes…" Nadine bit, challenging the woman. "Nathan Drake goes free and unharmed. But that doesn't mean he'll go willingly."

"I'll handle Nate and Sam when we find them," Sara stated, not backing down.

"Rafe?" Nadine asked the man to agree, not taking her eyes off the brunette. He was still looking over the maps, not bothering to look up at the warring women.

"Sara will handle the Drakes," Rafe answered. A smug smile moved across Sara's face as she stared Nadine down triumphantly. "She's the best chance we have of controlling those men without the need for gunfire," Nadine grunted, not happy with the reasoning behind his answer. She stormed off. Where to? Sara didn't care. The brunette turned, her green eyes focusing on Rafe. He looked at her when he felt her gaze. "Question?"

"Thinking." She stated simply, moving to join him, leaning across the table, looking off deep in thought.

"Samuel?"

Sara scoffed. Was she really that obvious? "Still not sure what to do about him."

"Because of Nathan," Rafe asked, gaining her full attention. He could read the conflicted emotions on her face. Sara cared for Nathan, and some part of her still cared for Samuel despite the man's lies and the trouble he had caused for his brother's marriage. Sara nodded. Rafe chuckled. "There was a time when I used to feel the same. I used to get along well with both of them."

"What happened…between you and Nate?" Part of Sara was scared to ask. "You said he betrayed you."

Rafe scowled, not at Sara, but at the memory of the relationship he once held with Nathan Drake. "It was a few months after Samuels…death…we had no luck exploring Saint Dismas' cathedral. He just seemed to give up. Took all the research we had and left without a word."

Sara frowned. Nathan hadn't told her much about what happened, only that Samuel's supposed death had hit him hard. But to think that her brother would take all the research they'd gathered and leave without warning wasn't right. "At the time, I was angry. Abandoned. Then I got to hear stories about Nathan Drake, describing him as a legend." Rafe scoffed. "He abandoned our goal and was off being a successful treasure hunter. A legend." That last word came out with more venom than the man intended. Sara let out a silent breath. Tentatively, she reached over a hand, placing it over one of his clenched hands. His grip loosened under the warmth of her hand. Rafe looked at Sara, not knowing when he had taken his eyes off her in his ramblings.

The storm had rolled in fast as Shoreline approached one of the small islands that existed just south of Turtle Island. It was there that Shoreline boats encountered the small fishing vessel that was being sailed by Nathan and Samuel Drake, the brothers trying to race to Turtle Island first, but Shoreline was in pursuit. Despite Rafe giving the orders not to shoot, Sara could only watch from a distance through a pair of binoculars she had taken from the table in the wheelhouse as her brother's boat was fired upon and ramped repeatedly.

"Nadine, what are you men doing?!" Rafe came to stand beside Sara, the radio in his hand as he screamed out to the woman on the other end.

"I ordered them not to attack unless fired upon first," Nadine stated as if the answer was obvious. Rafe swore, hurling the radio across the room, the device hitting a wall and shattering. Some of the mercenaries in the room looked over but didn't comment. They knew not to. Rafe was paying them a good sum to follow orders, not to make statements or small talk.

Sara's breathing could only get harder as she watched a massive scout ship ram the small fishing boat, throwing a man off the side of it. Sara didn't know if it was Samuel or Nathan, but all she could do was hope that whoever it was, they were alive. She smiled when the man who had been hurled overboard was pulled back onto the small boat, it taking off again towards the island after a small shootout. "Nadine isn't going to like this."

"She doesn't have to. She just needs to do what she's paid to do." Rafe retorted. He was standing straight with his hands clenched tight at his sides. A tight muscle in his neck showed that he was also clenching his jaw.

Sara sighed, lowering the binoculars as she looked at the man. "You're not breaking the agreement. She is." Rafe continued to stare ahead, only nodding at the brunette's words. She raised the binoculars again, a loud swear leaving her lips as the small fishing vessel was rammed against by the large scouting ship as it tried to weave in between the large rocks that spiked out of the water around the bay. The fishing boat went under the water, and with it, so did her brothers. Rafe swore again as he stomped off, needing a new radio to contact Nadine and have a few choice words with her, leaving Sara to stand alone. It took all her willpower not to let the binoculars clutter to the floor from her weak grasp. She needed them to be alive. They were Morgans. They had the luck that always allowed them to cheat death. Nathan had always told her that, and Samuel appearing back from the dead helped her believe that. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there when Rafe returned, taking the binocular's easily from her hands and placing them on the windowsill in from of her.

"Sara?"

Sara looked at the man, his gaze one of pure focus and determination as he was staring at her. "Huh…?"

"I said, are you alright?" Rafe asked, his brows deepening slightly. She nodded. He sighed, looking at the window away from her as he pursed his lips deep in thought. "Once the storm has cleared, we're going ashore." He placed a hand on her back, guiding her from the wheelhouse and back down to his private chambers on the second floor. Sara had felt so numb that she barely even registered her feet moving, and at one point, Rafe even seemed to guide her down the stairs with one hand on her back, the other holding her forearm. Had Sara's mind not been so muddled, she would have found the gesture sweet yet odd for a possessive and powerful man like Rafe. But at that moment, all she had was him to lean on. She welcomed the comfort he bought her, how the warmth of his hands on her body seemed to break through her numbness. When they reached his room, he took her inside and sat her on the bed, crouching before her. "Sara?"

"Thank you." She spoke softly, her voice barely audible. Rafe frowned at her but nodded regardless.

"You should sleep. I'll come and get you when we're ready to depart." Rafe stood, the frown still in place as he left the room, leaving Sara alone. She missed him, needing the comfort it felt to have him, anyone, by her side as the fears of both her brothers being dead sank into her gut, weighing her down. And what of Elena, her husband died right after she had fought with the man, the end of their marriage looming above her. Sara breathed deeply. Forcing herself onto the bed, willing sleep to take her.

Turtle Island

When Nathan awoke, the rain and storm had subsided. He wasn't sure how far he'd travel from pulling himself from the water and traversing the rocky bay before he had collapsed, falling from a cliffside he had been trying to climb during the middle of the storm the night before. It was still dark, possibly early morning, when he came to, curled in on himself on the wet and muddy ground at the base of the cliff. Nathan stared at the large hole he'd fallen into a cave below. He wasn't sure where he was exactly but knew he was on Turtle Island, home of Libitalia. And separated from Samuel. With a loud groan, he pulled himself up into a sitting position, trying to gather himself before finally trying to stand, using the cave wall to guide himself along as pain shot down his back and into his legs. "I'm getting too old for this…" Nathan groaned, stepping out into the cave opening.

Nathan stopped in the mouth of the cave when a light ahead of him, far into the distance on the other side of the bay, caught his attention, blinking away. Morse code. "S…I…" He breathed out, eyes focusing on the light. "Sic parvis magna. Sam…" Nathan sighed he relief, his hands searching his pockets for a torch of his own to back, but found the small handheld device on the cave floor behind him where he landed. Rushing to pick it up and return to the bay, Natahan flashed a code back. "C'mon…where are you?" Defeat overwhelmed him when he received no response, guessing that Samuel had moved on as Rafe's men had already made it to the island. "Crap."

With no other option, Nathan had to keep moving despite the pain that racked his body with each movement. "Gotta get to that…creepy mountain." He sighed, trudging through mud and shrubbery. He just hoped that his brother had the common sense to stay, as Nathan didn't know what to do if he got there to find no sign of Samuel, meaning he'd have to go out scouting through a jungle to find the large man, while also dodging Shoreline mercenaries. He could work himself along the bay, moving up along cliff faces until he got to a vantage point that overlooked the entirety of the bay just as the morning sun was peaking through the clouds. As Nathan turned around to breathe and take in the view, he saw the ships making their way inland from behind the large jagged rocks that littered the bay. Shoreline. Somewhere on one of those boats was his sister, Sara. he just hoped that neither Rafe nor Nadine hurt a single hair on the woman's head.

Nathan continued on, moving through a waterfall and cave system, only to find another cliff to climb, only this one had a poor individual that was left hanging from his boots by a single rope, his body reduced to a skeleton and clothes in tatters. "Were you trying to climb up there? In those boots?" Nathan joked to himself as he shuffled along passed the body. He encountered an issue as he climbed further up, the rock's surface to course to get a proper grip. From where the skeleton hung, there was a piton to his right supporting the ropes. Perfect. Reaching over, Nathan worked the piton out of the stone, causing the body to fall once removed. "Pretty sure you don't need this," Nathan commented as it fell into the shallow waters below. Finally, having a way to climb the rest of the way up, Nathan moved up and inland, finding himself surrounded by lush green tropical plant life. But the joy he felt at making progress was short-lived as the sounds of echoing gunfire reached his ears. "Shit."

"Oi, oi!" A male voice called out, not far from Nathan. "You got a target?"

Nathan peaked his head out over a rock, spotting a Shoreline mercenary with his gun aimed into the foliage below. "Saw something, maybe…moving along the treeline." The merc spoke out, explaining his actions.

"Well, that's thick jungle over there, hey. It's all moving." His buddy came up beside him, gun raised. "I don't see anything." The mercenary sighed, lowering his weapon. "Damn it. All right, everyone, false alarm! But keep an eye out! Rafe wants the Drake brothers alive."

Nathan snuck up through the brushes, listening in to the guards. He wasn't sure why Rafe would want him and Samuel alive after everything, as he'd just tried killing them both back in King's Bay two days ago. Nathan continued on, taking out mercenaries as stealthy as possible as he went. He didn't need anyone alerted to his location.

"So, which one of them did they spot?"

"The older brother. He shot a couple of our men and ran off."

Nathan smirked as he listened in, happy that Samuel was still alive and kicking, raising hell for Rafe and Shoreline.

"You think the other one's alive?"

"Until we find a body, I'm going to go with yeah. That Brunette woman thinks they're alive."

Nathan's eyes widened. Nadine had black hair, which meant they had to be discussing Sara. But in the moment of his relief, Nathan slipped up, being spotted by one of the Shoreline mercenaries. Swearing, Nathan aimed the weapon he'd stolen and fired. The noise would only attract more, but right now, he had no choice but to fight, using his climbing skills to manoeuvre around and get the drop on them. He left one alive, the man gripping at his leg, trying to stop from bleeding out. Nathan approached him, gun raised. "Where's Sara?"

"The brunette? Ms Briggs?" The man groaned out, trying to crawl away from the youngest Drake boy.

"Yes! Sara Briggs! Where is she?" Nathan barked, firing a single shot into the ground next to the mercenary to stop him from moving. "Tell me!"

"She's…she's with Rafe," The man stuttered, clearly shaken by the bullet that had almost hit him. "She's leading the expedition."

Nathan felt the gun loosen in his grip, the mercenary below him noticing and reaching for the small pistol at his thigh. But Nathan shot first. He felt numb as the mercenary's body hit the jungle floor, his mind racing with thoughts of Sara. He didn't believe she'd be helping Rafe. Not her. Sara was loyal. She was his baby sister, for fucks sake. But if she was, then why. With the gun lowered in one hand, Nathan rubbed at his jaw, trying to think. Sara was brilliant, more intelligent than he would ever be. He had to hope she had a plan, that she was playing Rafe. Nathan didn't have time to dwell on the matter. He needed to press on and find Samuel.

As Nathan continued to press on, moving more inland while sneaking by Shoreline and occasionally firing off some rounds when a gunfight was needed, Nathan came to a rock wall made with stones of various sizes piled upon each other. As he climbed them, they started to move and shift, threatening to send him hurling back to the ground. "Ah, you gotta be kidding me." Nathan curses, pushing himself to move faster, launching himself from the top of a large rock onto the cliff edge it had once been connected to as it crumbled beneath him. "Holy shit," Nathan spoke as he hung from the cliff with one hand. As soon as he pulled himself up, he heard the cocking of a gun and the sound of feet crunching twigs.

Spinning fast, his own gun raised, Nathan meets Samuel, gun for gun. The two brothers stared at one another, breathing heavily and covered in sweat from the island sun's heat and the hardened trek to get to their location.

"I nearly shot your head off." Samuel sighed, slowly lowering his gun as he eyed his baby brother.

"Sam…you're okay." Nathan smiled, putting the pistol into the holster that sat around his shoulders.

Samuel chuckled, whipping at his brows as he slipped his gun into the back of his trousers. "Yeah," He started walking towards Nathan as his brother sat down on a boulder. "Nothing I can't walk away from. It's good to see you're alive, little brother." Samuel smacked his shoulder, watching as Nathan took a much-needed break. "C'mon. We got a treasure to find."

Nathan raised a hand, signalling to Samuel that he needed a break. "Hold up, man, I mean…what are we doing?" He shrugged at his brother, unsure of what to do and how to act. They had no plan.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, our supplies are at the bottom of the Indian Ocean." Nathan gestured to the bay where both men had come from.

"Okay," Samuel thought for a moment. "So we go steal some from Nadine's army."

"Yes, Nadine's army." Nathan rolled his eyes. "They have Sara. Here. On the island. I interrogated one of the Shoreline mercs. She's with Rafe."

"Fine, we'll go steal some supplies and get Sara," Samuel stated as if the plan was that simple. "Then we go find the treasure, load it up on one of Rafe's boats, and sail away. Easy." Nathan held back the groan that was growing in his throat as he felt his blood pressure rise.

Nathan stood, coming to stand chest-to-chest with Samuel. "No, we're gonna go get Sara, steal one of Rafe's boats, and then get the hell off this island. We can find another way to save you."

"I'm gonna scour this island inch by inch if I have to..," Samuel seethed back, his height allowing him to tower over his brother. "Until I find that treasure. Now, if you're confused about what you're doing here…then you can go home, Nathan." Samuel moved away, turning his back on Nathan, but in his moment of frustration, Nathan reached out, grabbing his brother's upper arm and forcing Samuel to face him.

"I can go home? Are you kidding me?" Nathan spat at the man, no longer caring that his brother loomed over him. "Do you have any idea what I put on the line to get you here? What Sara put on the line to get you here? She is being held prisoner by Rafe, Samuel!"

"How about what I put on the line? The last fifteen years of my–"

"Oh, c'mon." Nathan cut him off. "This has nothing to do with that!"

"It is everything to do with that." Samuel lectured back, his gaze focused on Nathan. Only his brother had become distracted, looking past him. "What?" Samuel followed his gaze as Nathan walked by him and approached a cliff wall covered in hanging vines. Pushing the vines aside, the two men stared at a skull and crossbones which had been carved into the rock. Samuel laughed, eyeing the signal of Henry Avery. He looked at his baby brother, smirking as he spoke. "You still wanna go home?"