Loving a Drake

His Stares

   I exited the hotel room and entered the jeep with the boys and we set of to the west side of Panama so we could look at one of the old museums to find some more clues. We got up extremely early to try and beat traffic and tourists.

   I laid my head on the side of the jeep. Sully and Nate were mumbling so I couldn't make out what they were saying. The hairs on my neck stood up and I opened my eyes and turned my head to face Sam who was staring at me. As soon I looked at him he looked away. I shrugged it off and closed my eyes and laid my head on the side of the jeep again.

  "We're here," Nate said parking the jeep into a small parking lot in front of the Panama museum.

     "Finally," I said jumping out of the back. All four of us walked up to the front doors.

     "I'm gonna find a map," I said walking to the front desk. I grabbed a map and walked back to the boys. I handed Nate a copy and began to scan over my own.

    "What?" I snapped at Sam when I realized he was staring again. He shrugged and turned around. I rolled my eyes and opened the map again and began looking for how to get to the infamous pirate section.

     "We need to find the Panama discovery center and then take a left before the doors to that room," I told the boys walking in front of them to lead the way. When we got into the room we began to look around. 

     "There's crap here for Avery, Tew, Bonnie and everyone else-" Sam began but I interrupted. 

     "But nothing for Denver."

      He nodded his head in agreement. 

     "Keep looking though," Nate said. I looked around one more time and then felt someone staring at me again. Any guesses who it was? That's right!

   "Will you stop staring at me," I snapped looking at Sam. Some people looked my way

   "What are you talking about?" he asked trying to play dumb and smirking.

   "Don't play dumb with me, you keep staring at me, when we were in the jeep, when I was grabbing a map and now! So stop staring at me," I said. 

    "Will you two shut up and come take a look at this?" Nate said. I looked at the poster thing Nate was looking at.

    "Philip J Denver, an infamous barbarian from the time of the infamous Captain Avery, who  Denver helped hide his treasure and also stole from twelve other pirates in the process. This caused many of the pirates he stole from to hate him and began to pay people to cpature him or kill him. When in the middle of hiding his stolen goods, he died of an unknown disease. No one has found the missing treasure, which is commonly known as the treasure of Ocloments Island, and it is believed to just be a myth. Ocloments island was once home to a fairly wealthy community where Philip Denver is thought to be born," I read out load.

     "All it is an encyclopedia entry of what he did," Sam said scratching the back of his head. We all nodded. 

    "Well, I'm hungry. Anyone up for some food?" Nate said clapping his hands together and walking towards the exit. We all mumbled our exception and walked out of the museum into the parking lot.

      When we got to a small diner on the coast of Panama called PD's Diner , we got a table and began to order. I looked at all the decorations on the wall above the counter. Something caught my eye and it must've caught Sam's eye too. 

    "Look at that paper above the clock," he said. It was an old map and it wasn't a map of Panama. 

    "What does it say on the top?" I asked trying to get a closer look. 

     "I don't know, hang on," Nate said getting up.

     He walked over to the counter and began to ask the waiter something. The waiter nodded and grabbed a stool and grabbed the map from off the wall and handed it to Nate. He sat down and read it.

      "North of the gulf and found in the center, Signed, PD," Nate said looking very confused and looked up. My eyes widened and a light bulb went off in my head.

     "The island of Seas," I said looking at Nate. His eye brows raised and he tilted his head.

  "That's why Philip Denver's name sounded so familiar, he lead the prisoners to those islands," I said leaning back. 

  "What prisoners?" Sam said looking at me. I smirked.

    "Didn't you do your research before this?" I asked mocking him. He rolled his eyes and smiled.  

    "The prisoners of Beardsley," I said taking a sip of water.

   "What the-" Sam began. 

   "Please don't ask who they are," Nate said interrupting Sam and shaking his head, a smile etched on his face. We all laughed except Sam. 

    "They called them selves the Beardsley Men, so when they were arrested, they were all called the prisoners of Beardsley. I don't really know why they called themselves that honestly," I explained while Sam looked at me. He nodded and I looked away. Sam kept staring at me but I didn't yell at him this time.

    "So then what's this a map of?" Nate asked. We all looked at it again.

   "Well that there is the Gulf of Mexico," Sully said. 

    "Makes sense," Nate said shrugging. He pointed to a mass of land. "So then what's that?"

   "That's the Island of Seas," I said leaning back again.

   "Why does it seem like we're always chasing these things around," Sully said shaking his head and leaning back again.

   "Because that's just how they work," I said.

   I took my phone out and took a quick picture of the map and Nate took it back to the waiter who hung it up on the wall once more. 

   "So, you still have that plane, Sully?" I asked clapping my hands together with a grin on my face.