book 1 of 3
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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"First I almost get strangled by Kooks," The blond boy huffed, leaning against a rock, "And now I'm on the hook for 30 grand! We should just dip."
The boys had just traversed through the marsh after JJ spotted a car parked outside the Chateau where someone had been waiting for John B to arrive home from his trip to Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron.
"Where do you wanna go? Hm?" John B raised his eyebrows at his bruised and battered friend, who'd just gotten out of his jail cell.
"Yucatan," JJ replied simply, but when John B merely scoffed at him, he grew more frustrated, "No, I'm dead serious right now- surf all day, and then we can just live off lobsters we catch with our bare hands," He paced on the bank.
"You just want to leave 'cause you got your ass beat?!" John B sneered harshly.
"You didn't see the photos," JJ narrowed his eyes, referring to the murdered square groupers Peterkin showed him. Someone had gaffed them, dumping their bodies in the ocean till a bunch of old fishermen found them.
"Think about it they're willing to kill for the gold- then it's gotta be out there!" The tawny-haired boy suddenly raised his voice.
"Have you lost your mind!?" JJ yelled back angrily, shoving his best friend backwards, "One hundred years, man. One hundred years, people have been tryin' to find this Royal Merchant and no one succeeded! And you think you are going to be the one that actually finds it!?" JJ's voice echoed within the clearing, "When will you get it in your thick skull that if you keep goin' down this road, you're gonna end up just like your dad!"
John B suddenly shoved the blond backwards, "I can't give up JJ! Last time I saw that dude, we got in an argument and then he took all of our rent money and dipped for this Royal Merchant! And then I told him he was a shit father," He clenched his jaw, "And you know how the rest of the story goes."
JJ sighed softly, trying to reason, "Dude- that wasn't your fault."
"It doesn't matter whose fault it is, JJ!" The boy's eyes widened, pleading with him to just get it, "Do you not understand that? I can't give up on the hunt, okay? I don't care who's out there- who's going to try to kill us, do you understand that?" Suddenly, John B grabbed his backpack, stepping backwards, "Look, I'm doing this- with or without you."
JJ Maybank glanced at his best friend, his bruised jaw clenching and unclenching. No matter how crazy, stupid or insane John B was, he knew he didn't really have a choice anyway. It had already been decided for him the moment he met the boy in the third grade. He would take a bullet for his brother. And he wouldn't even hesitate.
JJ sighed in resignation, "What's the plan?"
John B pulled out the photocopy of the letter from Denmark Tanny that he'd gotten from the Chapel Hill archives, "This letter has the location of the gold, I need you to translate it for me."
The boy snatched the paper from him, his eyes narrowing at the foreign words, "It's not english."
"Exactly," John B hummed, "It's Gullah- the lost Creole language."
"So?" JJ's eyebrows creased together, he spent most of his history lessons on a surf break catching the big swells.
"So," He continued with raised eyebrows, "There's only one family on the island that has access to the translations."
"No," JJ immediately began shaking his head, "No way."
"Come on," John B pleaded, "She's not that bad- she got me a job at her dad's hotel."
"Yeah- after she got you fired," JJ scoffed, narrowing his eyes, "She's nothing but a spoiled princess who's never worked a day in her life! Not to mention, her boyfriend jumped Pope at the golf course and cornered us yesterday-"
"B and Rafe are completely different people!" John B protested quickly.
"Oh, so you're on nickname basis now?" JJ snarled with narrowed eyes.
"No!" John B huffed out a short breath, "Look- her dad's office is bound have a shitload of security, without her we're screwed-"
"As if she's going to help me break into her father's office!" JJ shook his head, "Dude- I can't get caught- I'm already on probation!"
"So don't get caught," John B shrugged nonchalantly, "Dude- four hundred million, JJ- how much do you owe in restitution?"
author's note. for the sake of the plot let's just pretend the history teacher john b goes to translate the letter doesn't exist and the only way they can is through b's dad's office idk just go with it lol
