You assumed Sam was dead, everyone assumed he was dead. There were no signs of his life, so you and Nathan tried your best to continue, but it wasn’t easy on him. You knew Sam briefly, you had met him once or twice in the orphanage, but you and Nathan? He hadn’t left your side, not once. And now you’re on this stupid treasure hunt, it was long and hard, exhausting too. You were following literal crumbs, Sully tried helping but it was difficult without Sam. Nathan’s told you many stories about the older brother, apparently he is extremely dedicated to this hunt and would’ve done anything to get clues. You believed that, Nathan was damn bad for not knowing when to back out and think, he normally did whatever he needed to get closer to this treasure and dealt with the consequences afterwards. Today you and Sully hung out, you were busy trying to piece together a map you all had found under a lot of dirt..a lot. It was hard to read, but you were doing your best. Sully was trying to read a book in some different language, that made you feel a little better about your map problem. Suddenly, Nate comes barging in, you instantly reach for your gun at the sudden noise, after Rafe getting you riled up, you had been on guard for a while. “Look who i found!” Nate says proudly as he walks in, he walked in with a larger and..dirtier looking man. “Am i meant to know who that is?” You asked, slowly putting your pistol back into your holster. “Samuel Drake.” Sully chuckled from behind you as he walks over to hug Sam, this is the brother Nathan speaks so confidently about.