Ch 1
Street smart Nathan Drake who was also a rookie treasure hunter was floating in the sky.
The cool sea breeze whipped at his face, his ring bounced repeatedly.
Then memories came back to him in a flash as soon as he saw a cargo crate flying out of an airplane.
He had snuck onto the plane to find the greatest treasure that had never been found.
There was only one problem.
He was all alone with no backup.
And his foot was trapped by a chain connecting a series of wildly moving cargo crates to an airplane.
"Oh crap!" he said as soon as he knew what he had gotten himself into.
He strained with all his might to remove his foot and eventually did but he flipped through the air and stopped short of falling by gripping onto a cargo crate and crashing his body into it.
Sparks of pain rippled across his body and he grunted.
Slowly but surely, he made his way up the chain of cargo crates.
He was almost there but then bullets flew at him and he was forced to duck.
A bearded mercenary was firing his pistol from behind but Nate kicked him in the face.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry! That was purely reactive!"
The guy had already fallen into the sea and couldn't hear his apology anyway.
Then there was another merc firing his gun from ahead.
Thankfully he had stormtrooper aim since Nate was able to slip out of sight, then grab the guy from behind and toss him aside.
Sadly, the guy landed on one of the crates and was still following Nate as he slowly approached the upper section of the chain.
Suddenly, another crate flew out and Nate ducked just in time as it smacked the merc down into the sea.
In the mean time, Nate had finally reached the top and jumped onto the ramp.
I did it! I did it!
Then a crimson gullwing zoomed right at Nate with no signs of stopping.
"Oh crap!"
WHACK!
The gullwing rammed Nate right in his mid-section and he was sent flying back out into the wide blue sky.