"Nate! Sam! It's so good to see you two again!" You laughed as you greeted your two longest friends. It'd been a couple of years since the three of you last worked together, but by chance the three of you were brought back together by a mutual friend.

They walked into your hotel room behind said friend, Rafe Adler. You and he had been dating for little over a year when he expressed his interest in working with some men he'd met to find the treasure of Henry Avery. Almost immediately you'd been sure he was talking about the Drake brothers, and sure enough, it was the two of them that came back with him.

"Y/N? My god, what are you doing here?" Nate laughed as he dropped his bags and picked you up in a bone crushing hug. You just laughed and held onto him, noticing how Sam stood behind him, his face showing his own surprise at finding you there.

You waved at him from over Nate's back and he smiled and gave you a small wave back.

There was something strange about his expression, and you wondered if it had anything to do with the argument you'd had last time you worked together. You debated just saying outright that it was in the past, but that meant the other two would hear, so instead you ignored it, hoping to explain later.

You felt Rafe step closer to you in answer to Nate's question, entwining his fingers with yours. "This is my girlfriend and partner in this hunt. I'd introduce you, but it would appear that you all know each other somehow..." He trailed off slightly, clearly waiting for an explanation, so you dragged your eyes away from Sam and turned to him.

"We were kids together. We got into this whole thing together and worked a few jobs too. I haven't seen them in a while though! I can't believe they're here!" You laughed again, slightly more forced this time as you saw the strange look on Sam's face. Clearly he was not happy about something, and you could only guess that it was working with me again.

Rafe was oblivious though and chuckled, himself. "Well that saves on the introductions. So what do you say we get down to work?"

You nodded and led the way to the spare double bed in your room where you'd sprawled the plans out, going over each step of what you'd need to do to find the first puzzle piece. It involved breaking into an old prison and searching for clues in the cell of an old pirate. After a few hours though, the four of you were still debating on how best to get to it.

"Well I'm the smallest, and so less likely to be seen. I could hike across here," You said, trailing the path on the map in front of you, "and then climb the ruins. Then when I've searched the area, I can make my way to you guys who can wait on a boat nearby..."

Sam seemed to be considering it, but the other two shook their heads. "It's too dangerous, Y/N. What if you get caught?" Nate tried, and Rafe nodded.

"You have no idea what they might do to you in there. What possible reason could you have for trespassing?"

You rolled your eyes and stood up, going to the other bed and digging around in a suitcase for a second before turning back to the others, a camera in hand and a badge around your neck.

"I'm so sorry! I'm a History student doing my final paper on the history of Pirates and was looking for some pictures! I didn't know I was trespassing, I'm so, so sorry! Please don't throw me in jail!" You sobbed, laying on the innocent act thick, and you saw the three men share a look before nodding.

"That could work..." Nate started, looking sold by your performance, so you grinned and wiped away imaginary tears before taking a bow, but then Rafe was speaking again.

"What if they shoot first and ask questions later? They might think you're an escaping inmate and shoot you on sight... No, it's too risky. I'm not letting you risk your life for what could be an empty cell. We'll find another way."

You pulled a face and was just about to start arguing when he gave you a look and repeated himself. "We'll find another way."

You shut your mouth and sat down, knowing it was no use arguing with him once he'd made his mind up. He was almost as stubborn as you, and you didn't feel like having that argument right then.

Two days later and you wished you'd put up more of a fight.

"You three are insane! Breaking into a prison! You're gonna get yourselves killed!" You snapped as You navigated the winding roads that led up to the prison.

Rafe was sat beside you, his hand gently resting on your thigh as you drove, his grip tightening slightly every time you went around a corner on two wheels. "Babe, we're not breaking in. I bribed them. We're gonna be fine. Just make sure you're waiting for us on the boat in three days. We've got each other's backs, don't worry."

How could he say that to you? Don't worry! You knew that you'd be getting no sleep until he was safely back next to you and the other two were in the next room. Until then, you'd be up all night pacing and worrying about them. Yeah they were all capable and had a guard on their side, but there were still the other inmates. What if they were targeted? What if something went wrong and they got separated?

You didn't realise you'd zoned out until Rafe shook your leg slightly, and you came back to yourself, realising you'd parked the car and were there. You looked at him, your stomach tied in knots. You had a terrible feeling about this, and though you wanted to tell them all to stay and that you'd find another way, you put it down to nerves and took a deep breath, looking at Rafe.

He gave you his usual cocky smile and reached out to touch your face. "I love you," he promised, and you smirked and nodded.

"I know. Now you three better watch each other's backs and I'll see you in three days... Don't," You started, as Rafe leaned in for a kiss. "Be late," You finished sternly, and heard chuckles followed by three "yes, ma'ams". Rafe closed the distance between your mouths and kissed you while the others climbed out of the back doors, giving you a much needed moment. His kiss was tender and sweet, more of a goodbye kiss than a BRB, you noticed with some concern, but once again ignored it, knowing you were freaking out about their plan. But it'd be fine. In three days you'd all be back together on the boat, hopefully with some clue as to where to go next. So you let Rafe go and watched as the three of them walked into prison, the gate slamming shut behind them.

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Three days later and you were on edge. You'd barely slept since they left, and now you were shaking slightly as you sat on the boat and watched the sun begin it's decent over the horizon, chewing on your thumb nail.

It was all quiet out, so you were truly alone with your thoughts, multiple images assaulting your brain of the three of them left bloody and dying in some long forgotten cell, waiting on a rescue that would never come...

You almost tore your thumb nail off as gunfire sounded over head, coming from the prison. Despite it all, you grinned and ran for the front of the boat, starting the engines. Gunfire meant they were still alive. At least for now, so you quickly started the engine and grabbed a pistol in case anyone should follow them down.

Maybe five minutes later and the first of the three came flying off the cliff, yelling as they headed for the water. There was a splash and a couple of seconds later their head broke the water, just as another guy hit it. You were at the back of the boat in an instant, reaching for the guys in the water, helping the first into the boat, and then the second. Even in the dim light you could tell it was Rafe and Nate, so you quickly looked back up the cliff, waiting for Sam to appear.

It was only when you finally looked down and realised that Nate was still curled up on the deck, muttering to himself that you realised something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

"Where's Sam? Where's Sam? Where is he? Where's Sam?" You started babbling, not believing what was surely true. Rafe said something to you but you couldn't understand until he moved forward and shook you roughly.

"He's dead, Y/N! He's not coming. We need to go!" He yelled, letting go of you with such force that you stumbled a few steps before collapsing on the deck beside Nate while Rafe started the engine.

Sam was gone? Sam? Your Sam? He was gone, and he'd never know that you forgave him. He'd never know everything that you meant to tell him. Your best friend was dead?

You threw up right there on the deck, sobbing violently as you wiped your mouth on your sleeve, crawling a few feet away before falling onto your side and curling up into yourself as the sobs racked your body, one word escaping your lips over and over again with every gasp of air.

"SAM SAM SAM SAM SAM SAM..."