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SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ELENA FISHER last years model ... xxxxxxxx The underwater camera was absolutely marvelous. Elena had never been able to see anything like that up close - not unless it was on a television screen, hosted by National Geographic. The reporter had never had the chance to see something so amazing in person, to be involved with the expedition of something. It was an accelerating adrenaline rush that left her heart pounding, an uncontrollable feeling that grew the deeper Nathan's strokes took him. If they could find this coffin.. If there was actually a body inside of it.. It would mean a great deal of many things that Francis Drake had existed, for one. And that his treasure could be real, too. No one had ever come this close to finding his remains.. nothing but a few Spanish coins. But here she was, watching Nate dive to try and find a lost piece of history. The twenty seven year old was so enthralled with the idea of Nathan finding something, that she didn't even mind Sully's slight huffs and disapproving grunts when she'd make a comment about the atmosphere on the television, or ask a question about him and Nate. By now, she was more than used to the way Sullivan was treating her - she was the girl next door, barging in and stealing the son away from the dad. It was obvious for Elena to see the worry in Sully's face when he looked at the two of them together, and there wasn't a bone in her body that could come up with a way to try and convince him she wasn't horrible. That this - whatever this was between her and Nate - wasn't a bad thing, and she wasn't taking advantage of him. When Drake discovered something, Elena was instantly ecstatic. The blond did her best to contain it, wanting to keep a professional outlook for the viewers out there, but it was exceptionally hard when she came back out onto the deck, camera in hand, pointed towards the crane Nathan was now operating. His smile definitely didn't go unchecked, and she gave him a small wave behind the camera, returning it even though she kept her camera focused, not wanting to miss a second. As the crane hoisted the coffin and shifted the structure to rest on the deck's surface, Elena was quick to come to Nate's side, getting a good look of the outside markings and natural changes over time. As she rounded to the opposite side of the coffin, she nodded her head, allowing him to silently know she was ready for him to pry it open. Automatically, as Elena rounded to reveal what was inside the coffin to the camera, she let out a sightly disappointed, but confused, gasp. He's.. not here. Film still rolling, Elena watched above the camera as Nate leaned down and grabbed the only parchment within the coffin. A waterlogged journal. The moment Nate announced who the journal belonged to, her jaw slightly went slack, and a confused glance was passed between the journal and the empty coffin. So wait. You're.. you're saying that he faked his death? He actually managed to do that to hide a treasure? There wasn't any disbelief in her voice, although her surprise was extremely apparent. About to ask another question, reaching to slide her fingers over the material of the page to try and decipher what it was made out of, Nate's words took her completely by surprise. Oh shit Elena we have company. Shifting her body to face the direction he was face, Elena's hands gripped harder against her camera, now resting against her stomach. The moment she heard the gun slide along a crate towards her, Elena almost fumbled and dropped her camera to catch it, mind still in a dismay as she tried to wrap it around the oncoming situation. Okay.. Pirates.. We just found a dead guy's empty coffin. This should be a piece of cake. Giving herself an encouraging nod, the young woman set the camera in a spot where she was hoping would be out of gunshot, but kept the film rolling, just in case. Taking cover behind one of the crates in the middle of the boat, Elena gave Nate a quick glance before checking the magazine within her gun. Clicking the safety off, she inhaled another deep breath, almost flinching as soon as she heard a stray bullet being fired off from the opposite boat. Don't suppose they'd just go away if we asked nicely, huh? the woman whispered in a hopeful tone over to Drake, keeping her head low, gun poised at the ready. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO