The salty smell of the ocean's air filled his lungs; but the gunpowder covering his white shirt was stronger. The great treasure hunter of seven oceans had just stolen the noblest of all the kingdoms, worthy of ships of gold, and it wasn't jewelry.

In all the chaos of running away with the king's gold and gems, Nathan Drake took the most valuable one as a hostage; You, princess.

"Welcome to my humble bundle, princess." tied in a dark chamber stinky of fish and salt, Nathan comes to you. The curve doesn't leave his lips on the handsome face as he bows ridiculously.