Elena Fisher: Are you sure you wanna be defiling your ancestor's remains like that?

Nathan Drake: You make it sound so dirty. (laughs) Besides, I thought you didn't
believe me.

Elena Fisher: Well, I did do my research. And apparently, Francis Drake didn't have
any children.

Nathan Drake: Well, history can be wrong, you know.

Nathan Drake: For example—you can't defile an empty coffin.

Elena Fisher: What the hell...?

Nathan Drake: (laughs) You devil.

Elena Fisher: What is it? C'mon, hold it up—

Nathan Drake: No, no, no—no way. The deal was for a coffin, that's it.

Elena Fisher: Wait a minute, if my show hadn't have funded this expedition, you
wouldn't have—

Nathan Drake: Hey, hey... You got your story, lady.

Elena Fisher: Look, Mr. Drake, you signed a contract—..

Nathan Drake: (laughs)—

Elena Fisher: I have a right to see every single thing that—

Nathan Drake: Whoa whoa... Could you hold that thought?

Nathan Drake: Sully? Uh, we got some trouble. Hurry it up.

Elena Fisher: Okay, okay—what's going on?

Nathan Drake: Uh... Pirates.

Elena Fisher: Pirates?!

Nathan Drake: Yeah, the modern kind. They don't take prisoners.

Nathan Drake: ...least not male prisoners.

Elena Fisher: Wait, what are you talking about?

Elena Fisher: Uh, sh-shouldn't we call the authorities or something?

Nathan Drake: That'd be a great idea, but we don't exactly have a permit to be here.
Elena Fisher: What?

Nathan Drake: Yeah, so unless you wanna end up in a Panamanian jail, we should
probably handle this ourselves.

Elena Fisher: Wh-What's worse?

Nathan Drake: You obviously haven't been in a Panamanian jail. Do you know how to
use one of these?

Elena Fisher: Yeah, it's like a camera... You just, you point and shoot, right?

Nathan Drake: Good girl.

Nathan Drake: Here we go.