walking between the raindrops, riding the aftershock beside you
off into the sunset, living like there's nothing left to lose
chasing after gold mines, crossing the fine lines we knew
hold on and take a breath, i'll be here every step
walking betwee...
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For a treasure hunt, Isis had to confess that it wasn't the most exciting. They were in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to see but the ocean. And she was starting to feel sick.
Lovely. And to think it was already the third time they tried...
At least, she had the great idea to put on JJ's cosy sweatshirt, but her friends could barely see her face since she had folded the hood down as much as possible. Still, she was shivering because of the strong sea breeze.
"All right JJ, pin it here," finally said John B, looking at his touchpad.
"Roger that! X marks the spot."
Isis watched him as he spun the helm. On the deck, John B unwound the cable and dived the drone into the sea.
"To going full Kook," he said.
Isis clapped while joining them outside. She stood near Pope, her eyes on the small screen display.
"All right, JJ, we're right over it," warned John B. "Ten seconds northwest."
"Got it! Teeeen seconds northwest."
Kie was still gradually dropping the cable.
"One hundred feet!" she told.
Isis frowned staring at the display. A huge squid suddenly appeared onscreen, and she and Pope started.
"What? What, what what what??" inquired John B hurrying to them.
"No, it's nothing," answered Pope. "Sorry, I thought--"
Isis nested her face in his shoulder, groaning.
"Fuck, I almost had a heart attack. That shit's ugly!"
"Don't do that to me, man!" exclaimed JJ. "Come on..."
"My bad," Pope apologied.
"We just saw Squidward chillin'," added Isis. "I've always preferred Plankton anyway. He's funnier. But, hey, do you think Bob was in love with Squidward?"
