Loving a Drake

The Other Drake

   I stepped out of my truck onto the hard ground in the forest next to a white, four wheel drive jeep. I walked towards the jeep and saw Nate.

  "So, no Elena?" I ask Nate walking up to him. He shakes his head.

 "Nope she's at home taking care of herself," Nate says putting his gun holder on.

  "Who's this?" I hear an unfamiliar male voice say from behind me. I turn around to see a tall brown haired hazal eyed man.

  "Oh, right. Sam this is an old friend, Bryllee. Bryllee, well this is my older brother Sam," Nate says walking over to Sam. I nod and turn around.

   "Where's Sully?" I ask Nate looking behind and inside the jeep. 

   "I'm over here," I here a familiar voice say. I walk over to see the aged but familiar face of Victor Sullivan. 

    "Sully!" I exclaim as I hug him. I stepped back to get a good look at him then put my hands on his cheeks."You haven't aged a bit."

"You're too kind. Now you, you really haven't aged a bit. This year you turned..." Sully began. 

 "Forty-three," I said, finishing his sentence for him. 

 "How's that possible? You still look-" 

   "Thirty-five, yes I know," I said, laughing.

   "Your forty-three?" Sam said behind me. I turned around and he was leaning on my perfectly clean truck. 

  "Yea, why?" I asked opening the back door and grabbing a water. "You just look a lot closer to Nathan's age," Sam said as I took a drink. I shook my head

   "Yea, I'm a bit older. I wish i was still 38," I said, walking back over to Nate. "So, we're exactly do we start?"

"The obvious place to start," Nate said looking at me. "Ocloments Island of course. Which is in the Caribbean Sea and also happens to be very close to Panama."

    Sam choked on a water he was drinking from. 

   "I have to go back to Panama?" He said with a strange look on his face. Nate nodded. 

   "Don't worry, we'll stay away from the prison," Nate said patting his brothers shoulder. I had heard bits and pieces about Nate's prison time, but I never got to hear the whole story.

   Soon we all got into the jeep, Nate driving, Sully in the passenger seat, and Sam and me in the back. 

   "Here we go! Treasure of Ocloments island here we come!" Nate yelled. I laughed. Nate always had a sense of humor when we were about to do something dangerous.

   "We're leaving already? I thought we were going to stop for food before catching our flight," Sully said giving Nate a look.

  "We are, but we also need t get out tickets," Nate said.

   "Oh," Sully said, nodding and leaning back a little.

  "So, which one of the infamous people in history's treasure is this?" I asked about 15 minutes into the drive. 

     "Phillip Denver, a rogue back in the age of Captain Avery. Helped Avery hide lots of his treasures, but took some of the treasure while doing it. He also helped Avery get British soldiers off his tail a couple times.  He also stole from a lot of other pirates after what Avery and Tew did. So basically by the time he died of some random disease, a lot of people, pirates particularly, hated him and wanted him murdered," Sam answered.

"Philip Denver? Why does that name sound so familiar?" I asked my self. 

   "Woah!" We all said not expecting the giant pot hole we just drove over. 

  "Hold on," Nate said trying to control the jeep as much as possible.

 "So how are we getting to the island?" Sully asked after Nate got the jeep in control again. 

   "By my guess, we should get to the closest city on port and then take a boat out from the city dock to the island," I spoke up before Nate could answer. Nate nodded.

   "Yea, basically, we'll land somewhere in Panama, get a hotel and the next day rent a boat and sail off to the island," Nate said. We sat in silence for a moment before I spoke again.

 "So, Sam, why has Nate never mentioned you before?" I asked with suspicious tone. 

  "Because I thought he was dead," Nate answered before Sam could even open his mouth. I looked at Sam and he nodded. Then Nate got into the dramatic story of how his brother was shot in the Panamanian jail while they were all trying to escape after they killed a guard while they were still working with Rafe Adler.

   "I've met him all of once and I still don't like him, dead or not," I said shacking my head.

  "Why have I never heard my brother mention you?" Sam turned the question. I had to think about that for a second. 

  "Very good question. Why hasn't Sam ever heard of me Nathan?" I asked leaning forward and looking at Nathan. he looked at me then back at the road.

   "What are you talking about Sam? I mentioned her a couple times in the stories about my adventures. You probably just don't remember because she never joined us when we went looking for Avery's treasure again," Nate said.

   "And why didn't you ever come?" Sam asked, looking at me again.

   "Because I retired from the artifact hunting. believe me, after you stumble on some fancy stuff or a lost city, and leave with barely anything, you begin to realize it's not worth getting your ass shot at for some old shit," I said crossing my arms and leaning back again. Sam raised an eye brow. 

   "Then why are you here?" he asked. 

    "Yea, why are you here?" Nate asked. I sighed. 

    "Apparently, I owe my Real Estate owner money," I answered.

   "How much do you owe?" Sully asked turning around to face me.

   "Eight million-" I said but before I could finish my sentence both Nate and Sam interrupted me. 

    "WHAT?" They both said at the same time. I looked down  at the floor and began kicking around a pebble trying to ignore they're reactions.

   "What did you do to possible owe that much?" Nate asked looking at me through the rear view mirror.

   "No clue. They called me with the information sometime after you left my office. I've combed through my bank account and the companies bank account and there's nothing that shows that I owe anything," I said shrugging. 

   "That's really weird, kid," Sully said.

  "How much do you think the treasure will be worth?" I asked. 

   "About thirty-two million," Sam answered. 

    "And that's if we find it and if we are able to take any home," Nate added.

    "Not helping," Sully said. I sighed. It's gonna be a lot harder than I thought it would be when the real estate agent called. So many factors and variables.

"When is the money due?" Sam asked. I looked up at him. His eyes were pretty, and when I first saw him I didn't notice the tattoo on his neck. 

   "January 20th." I finally answered after examining Sam closer. He honestly didn't seem that bad.