"What was that all about?" Elena asked.

"Oh, nothing," he answered staring off into the distance. "Just a good-bye between old friends."

She didn't seem convinced. Something about him was still off, distant almost.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said shaking it off whatever it was. "I'm fine. How're you feeling?"

"Alright," she shrugged. "Still a little shaky after the whole Athena thing. It was really strange. I was still inside my body and I could see everything that was happening but I wasn't in control. But it's nothing years of therapy won't fix."

She chuckled, leaning back on the rail next to him. Sighing she let the moment pass. She looked up at him and ran her thumb down one of the many scratches on his face. She was almost certain she looked the same.

"Y'know, you make my job a lot harder than it needs to be," she said.

His eyebrows went up, "Oh really?"

"Yeah, before I met you guns and journalism weren't synonymous," she ribbed. "But at least we know I have an excellent writing career to fall back on if I ever get sick of it."

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I mean, what would you even write about?"

"Oh, I don't know... our fabulous adventures, maybe," she said.

"Nobody would believe it," he laughed.

"I never said I was going to write nonfiction," she grinned.

"Of course," he agreed rolling his eyes.

"I think people would buy it," she said. "I could write about the El Dorado adventure, call it something like Nathanial Drake and the Curse of El Dorado."

She waved her hands with a dramatic flourish and looked at him for approval. He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically and shook his head.

"Okay, one, my name is Nathan and you know that and two, really?"

"You're right," she agreed. "It's way too Indiana Jones for you."

"Now what's that supposed to mean?" he asked feigning hurt.

"Nothing," she said. "I just never figured you for the fedora and bullwhip kinda guy."

"Oh..." he said. "So who's better looking, me or Harrison Ford?"

"Well..." she said dragging out the word.

"Well?" he asked. "Well what?"

"You," she answered hastily. "You, definitely you."

"You hesitated," he said.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes you did!"

"I think you're hearing things," she said.

He crossed his arms turning away, "Oh, I see how it is."

"Don't be that way," she said worming her arm through his.

The conversation failed for a moment. Elena leaned against his side and they watched the sun rise further over the horizon. It illuminated the eastern sky in a blaze of colors. Pastel purples and pinks mixed with fiery golds and reds.

"But seriously," she said. "If I ever did write about our first adventure I think I'd call it something like Uncharted... Drake's Fortune."

Nate nodded, "Wait... Drake me or Drake, Sir Francis?"

"Does it really matter?"

"No, not really," he shrugged. "And you know what?"

He grinned widely slinging her around in front of him and pulled her in close. She hooked her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

"I kinda like it."

Wow, oh my gosh. I can't believe it's finally over! I don't know about you guys reading this but I feel like I've been on a journey. After months of planning and research and just toughing it through the rough spots we've finally reached the end. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride as much as I have. I would just like to thank all of you who stuck it out with me and kept reading and I'd like to say how much I appreciate all your reviews and feedback. This is a hugh accomplishment for me. This is my first story of substantial length that I've ever finished and now holds all my personal records in writing. I'd also like to thank my good friend Katie who has acted as my editor throughout most of the proccess of writing this and stuck with me through the blocks. I couldn't have done it without her.

And now it's time for some shameless self promotion! ;) So be sure to check out the beginning of my next fiction and sequel to this one, Uncharted: Pharoah's Hourglass, here on fan fiction. Happy trails and I wish you all luck in charting your own adventures! Until next time, this is Claudia McKnight signing off. Peace!

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Nathan Drake, his likeness, and any and all other Uncharted characters are all copyrighted to Naughty Dog Incorporated. There is no challenge to these copyrights intended by this story, as it is a non-sanctioned, unofficial work by the author.

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