a poem about a thing

A poem from the perspective of Nathan Drake (For my E.L.A class)

DISCLAIMER: Not everything in this is accurate to Uncharted 4: A Thief's End. Or Uncharted Drake's Fortune, Uncharted 2: Among Thieves, or Uncharted 3: Drake's Deception and there is no mention of Uncharted: Lost Legacy.

pew pe pepepepepew pew. The sound of bullets and a gun flying past my ear. Yep. Someone threw a gun at me. Specifically a Berretta 92FS. This could be my end. If I survive, Sully said this will be my last expedition. I doubt it. This thing that I'm looking for might not even be real! It's a god-damn conspiracy for a pirate fable. I wish I was looking for something that is definitely real. Like when I was looking for El Dorado, The Cintamani Stone (Pronounced Chin-ti-mon-e), or even when I was searching for the Lost City of Iram of the Pillars. At least I get to do my Last Adventure with my brother Sam. Sully said this would be my last adventure. Those were some of his last words before he got shot by Rafe. That son-of-a-bitch will pay. I would usually say he's still alive because of all the times he's faked me out. 3 times. but this time Rafe shot him in the heart. He's dead. Thank God Elena stayed home for this. I can't lose her. 

I'm at the ship. The ship is real. Me and Sam are searching through the ship, hoping Rafe doesn't find us. We find the cross. What Sam said we were finding originally. The Crucifix. On the back it says 'Digna Factis Recipimus' which translates to 'We Receive Worthy Deeds'. Great. Now we need to leave, fast, before Rafe finds us. But it's too late. He found us. He's right in front of us. With a GOD-DAMN cutlass. He knocks out Sam and throws him to the side. Now he's after me. Suddenly there's flames. He told his crew to set the boat on fire when he got out. Clearly his crew is kind of stupid. Or really really really stupid. He knocks me down to the wood boards of the ship floor. To my left there's another cutlass. I reach over. He stomps on my arm. Struggling, I grasp the cutlass and gash open his leg. He moves his leg, freeing my arm. I stand up and push him to the wall. I punch him in the face 5 times. He kicks me in the stomach to get me off. I stumble back, and he readies his sword. I grab my sword, and the cruel blades clash together. He stabs into my side, piercing through my skin. I kick him back, ready to kill him. He pleads for mercy. I slice his throat, killing him slowly. Rafe dies after calling me every name under the sun, and scrambling around. 

I hoist Sam up onto my shoulders, and carry him out of the ship, back to dry land. I'm surprised to see my beautiful wife Elena waiting for me. I hug her and she tells me there's someone waiting for me back at the hotel. A couple hours later we arrive at the hotel. I walk in and see Victor 'God-Damn' Sullivan lying on my bed.

"Well I'll be damned." Sully says. "If it's not Nathan Drake. How have you been?"

"Sully?" I say shocked. "How are you alive?"

He pulls out a small book from his shirt pocket.

"Old Francis Drake saved me!"

"Thank God for that."

"How was the adventure?"

"Seriously? You're gonna ask me about that after making me think you're dead for the fiftieth fucking time? Tell me about yourself for once."

Sully starts telling me about what he's done while he was 'dead', and we talk for hours on end. 3 weeks later, we fly back to New Orleans, our home town.