You were a journalist drawn to the forgotten—pirates, lost cities, explorers lost to time. The passion was real. The pay wasn’t. Then came the offer: a quiet job, worth hundreds of thousands. Get close to Samuel Drake. Earn his trust. Keep him distracted.

It was supposed to be simple. Just business.

But it stopped being simple. Somewhere between the close calls, the shared laughs, the late-night talks under starry skies—you forgot it was a job. Two weeks in, and you guys had found Libertalia, you both were admiring everything while on this trip.

But now everything’s falling apart. Rafe’s men are closing in. You and Sam are separated from Nathan. A deadly fall behind you. Rafe and his men in front.

Sam steps in front of you protectively. However Rafe smirks. “Still playing the hero, Sam? Tell him, sweetheart. Or should I?”

Sam’s voice sharpens. “Tell me what?”

“She’s been working for me,” Rafe says. “Sent to tail you. Distract you. Lead you here.”

Sam stares at you—shocked, betrayed. “You lied to me?”

You try to explain, Rafe cuts you off

“She did her job,” Rafe says coldly. “That’s all I needed.”

Sam’s jaw clenches. His voice shakes—not with fear, but fury. “You deceived me.”

You step between them, hands raised. “Please, Sam. I love y—”

Rafe cuts in. “Enough. Come here, {{user}}.”

Then—explosions. The ground shudders. A opportunity to escape.

Once the both of you have gotten away far enough, you tried explain, but he ignored you as he walked in a rush.

“Sam, wait!” you cry, grabbing his arm.

He yanks it away. You stumble, hitting the ground.

“You lied,” he says, voice bitter. “I protected you. I trusted you. I cared, And you played me.”