"someone's gonna have to blow up jj's weird ass house"
⚠️ Rape Warning ⚠️
Kie handed over a package, that read 'For Birds' on it.
"That's not gold," Pope complained.
"Holy shit. This is from our dad," John B said turning to me. I gave him a small smile and he returned the same.
I thought I heard a vehicle approaching, so I turned my head to look back at it. Sure enough there were headlights approaching us.
"Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!" JJ said before taking off in the oppisite direction. "It's the guys who robbed your house."
We sat behind a wall, or a tombstone, I don't really know.
I was in between JJ and John B, sadly.
"Light!"
I turned my light off, but John B couldn't get his off. He tried to stick it under his shirt but it shone through.
"Turn you light off!" I whisper shouted at JJ before reaching up and turning it off for him. He had a head lamp and I guess was being stupid and forgot to turn it off, like usual.
"John B your light!" Kie told my brother who was still struggling to turn off his lamp.
He finally got it off just as the vehicle got close to us.
"I see something!"
"Do you think it's them?" Kie asked. JJ was looking around the wall.
"Homies got a gun," he whispered.
I gave Kie a signal saying I was going to run for it.
"Screw this," we both said before taking off running back to the van.
I was in front, Kie right behind me, and I'm guessing the boys right behind her.
I jumped the fence and continued to run to the van. I got into the passanger seat, but when I looked out the window JJ had the gun out pointing it at Pope who was stuck on the fence.
"Pope don't move, okay?" JJ said.
I got out and went up to him, ripping the gun out of his hand.
With out saying a word I got back in the van and threw it in the console.
When the rest of them ran back, Pope in nothing but his underwear.
They all got into the car laughing, but I didn't really say anything.
-
When we got home I went to the bathroom to try to get my eyes back to their normal color. Of course it didn't work, so I just went back to the others hoping they wouldn't say anything.
I saw JJ putting Peanut Butter on bread, that was definetly deadly by now.
"JJ that bread had mold on it three days ago. But I want to see what happens so enjoy," I told him.
"I'll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mold is good for you. It's just a natural organism," he told me not looking up from the bread.
I walked over to my brother and stood behind him where he was sitting.
"JJ!" Kie called.
"Yep! Yep! Hot damn! Let's do it," he said running over.
John B ripped open the package, and I heard JJ gag beside me.
"Told you, dumbass," I snapped at him.
John B opened a paper he found inside the package and flattened out on the table.
It was our dad's map, he always told us not to touch it.
"Holy shit."
"X marks the spot," Pope said pointing to the X that was writen on the map.
"Longitude, latitude. Wait there's somethin' else in here," John B said reaching back in and pulling out a tape recorder.
"What's that?" JJ asked.
"It's a tape recorder, dumbass," I told him rolling my eyes.
John B pressed play on the tape, and it started talking.
Dear Birds,
"Who's birds?" JJ asked.
"That's what our dad used to call us," John B told him.
i hate to say, "i told you so," but i told you so. and you doubted your old man. i suspect at this moment, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don't kill yourselves just yet, kids. i didn't expect to find the merchant either. you were both probably right to call me out. wasn't exactly father of the decade. what can i say, kids? i could smell the barn. and hopefully, we're listenin' to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in costa rica, livin' off passive investments and pulling on permits. if not, and you find this for less optimal reasons, well, that's what the map is for. there she is, the wreck of the merchant. if somethin' happens to me, finish what i started. go for the gold, kids. i love you, birds, even if i didn't always act ilke it. i'll see you on the other side.
He's really gone. Dead. Me and John B were wrong, like usual.
John B got up and walked away to the door, I could hear him sobbing.
"He did it. Big John-- He found the Merchant--" Kie cut JJ off.
"Can you... can you please?"
"Sorry."
"No JJ your not sorry, you never are," I told him storming off to my bedroom and slamming my door.
I found myself in the same position as earlier today. My knees tucked into my chest and tears rolling down my cheeks.
I tried to stop them, I really did. I hate crying. No more crying for a year after this. I told myself.
I looked like baby, it had just been a rough day.
But this was a reason to cry right? I mean I just found out my father was dead. It just didn't feel good, or right.
I wiped my tears and got out of bed to clean up the glass I had shattered earlier.
I got a broom and dust pan out of the closet in the hallway, luckily no one passed by.
I started by picking up the big pieces, so I could sweep up the little pieces faster.
The only problem was when I went to pick up one of the sharper pieces it slid out of my hand leaving a long cut across the palm of it.
"Shit," I muttered to myself.
Someone knocked on my door. Great.
"One second!" I told them but they ignored me and walked in.
"y/n, can we talk? Please?" it was JJ.
"Whatever could you have to say JJ?" I asked him.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked pointing to it barely lifting his arm from his side.
"I was cleaning up glass and cut myself, JJ. Isn't that obvious?" I told him.
"Please y/n? I hate fighting with you," he told me.
"This is the first fight we've ever had JJ."
"Look I'm sorry that I called you a slut okay!" he said kind of aggresively. I flinched a little.
"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean too. I'm just stressed and--" I cut him off by pulling into a hug. I didn't forgive him just yet, but he looked scared.
I knew what his father did to him and he probably thought that he was just like him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he cried over and over into my shoulder.
"JJ it's fine, your fine," I told him running my fingers through his hair.
"Can we please talk?" he asked me pulling away.
"Yeah," we both sat on my bed. "Okay talk."
"Look I didn't mean what I said about you being a slut. I was just angry at John B, and a little high, which isn't an excuse," he told me.
"Look JJ, I don't care that you called me Rafe's slut. You know why? Because it's true," I told him.
"What do you mean?"
"He wants me. Or as John B said, "He wants to be in me." Don't worry JJ I won't let that happen," I told him.
"But then why were you crying earlier at the grave yard?" he asked me.
"I realized my dad was actually gone. You were mad at me, I thought JB was in jail. And what I called you it was awful," I told him shaking my head. "It was the first time I had cried in a year."
"I'll forgive you for calling me a predator, if you forgive me," he told me.
"It's a deal Maybank," I said holding out for him to shake. He took it and shook it before standing up.
"Everbody's waiting for us down my the dock."
"Let's go."
-
Kie was playing her Ukulele to fill the silence.
"How much was it again?" JJ asked throwing a rock into the water.
He was sitting on the rail with a leg on each side. John B was leaning against a wood pole his legs tucked into his chest. Kie was opposite of JJ, Pope sitting on the ground.
I was on the oppisite side, with one foot hanging over the edge like usual swinging around. I had one hand on each side of JJ. Trying to knock him off into the water.
"500 mil," Pope told JJ.
"All right, let's talk the split. Now, before we say "evenly," may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us," JJ told us. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"
"I can just throw you in front of me as a sheild," I said shrugging my shoulder.
"You haven't trained. You've done zero training." Pope told him.
"YouTube, bro! That's at least a five percent bump right there. Any obections? Didn't think so," JJ said.
Me and Kie both raised our hands, but JJ ignored them, "I don't hear any, so..."
"What are you gonna do with your 100 mil, Pope?" Kie asked him.
"Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive," he answered.
"What about you, Kie?" JJ asked.
"Yeah, what does a socialist do when she's rich?" Pope added on.
"I just wanna make a double album. About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing," Kie answered.
"Peter Tosh is dead," Pope told her.
"Peter Tosh is dead. I know. Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die," she told him.
"I know what I'll do. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook," JJ said.
"Your gonna go full Kook?" Pope asked him laughing.
"But all Kooks are the same," I said in a light high voice mimicking JJ.
"I will murder you. I swear I will--" I gave him a shove causing him to almost fall off but he caught himself.
"Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond," JJ said ignoring me. "Put a bunch of those fish--"
"I'm never visiting," Kie told him.
"What about you y/n?" JJ asked.
"Well if I ever have a kid I'm going to need money for when I murder it for bothering me. I'm also gonna need some money for the bomb I'm gonna buy," I told them.
"Why would you need a bomb?" Pope asked.
"Someone's gonna have to blow up JJ's weird ass house," I told him.
"I'll turn you in to the cops," he told me.
"Do it bitch, I'm rich."
"So am I."
"Not after you buy your weird ass house you won't be."
"What are you gonna do, JB?" Pope asked.
He paused for a minute before saying, "To going full Kook."
"To going full Kook."
-
The next day we all went out on the HMS. Me and JJ sat at the front, trying to push eachother off. I think he was just playing, but I most definetly wasn't.
Pope was standing in the back, Kie on the side of the boat, and JB driving.
JJ whistled, "So you guys see that? That's the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200k easy."
"We picked the wrong parents," Pope told us.
"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend," Kie told them.
Sarh took off her sunglasses and looked us up and down, before sliding them back down.
"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch!" Kie yelled at her.
"Hey y/n, Rafe wants to see you. He says it's important!" Topper yelled to you ignoring Kie.
I let out an angry breath but ignored him.
-
We all got in the van so we could go to a place that had internet.
"All right, keep a look out. We're behind ememy lines," JJ said as we pulled in, taking the gun out of teh glove compartment.
"Yo, come on, man. Just put it back," John B told him.
"You can never be too careful," me and Pope got out of the back and up to JJ's window.
"Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve," Pope explained to JJ.
"Thank you, Pope," John B said.
"I swear to God, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back," Kie threatened.
John B grabbed the gun out of JJ's hand and put it in the glove box.
"You can't grab a gun like that," JJ told him. "Can't forget my badge."
JJ got out of the car and held up the badge to me, "Professional busboy."
"That's nice JJ," I told him smiling about how excited he was to have a badge.
"So, where are we going now?" Pope asked.
"We're getting on the internet becasue only rich people have electricity right now," JJ told him. "This way!"
We got into the kitchens and JJ said hello to the people.
"Andrew!"
"Mama L, good to see you!" JJ said reaching for some lobster that was put out on a plaet.
"Hey, no! JJ!" she said slapping his hand away with a spooon.
I laughed at him and he turned his head to roll his eyes at me, which wasn't hard since I was right beside him.
"See, they got the backup generators going? Kooks don't miss a beat," JJ told us.
We got to where we were going and looked around, making sure no one was watching, before going in.
"Sweet Lord, the internet!" Pope said running towards a computer. "I've missed you."
"Let me get in there. Gotta check out my Insta models," JJ said.
"We don't have time for that," Kie told him.
John B took out the map and layed it out on the table.
I was sitting in the chair next to Pope and JJ was looking over my shoulder. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Coordinates, please?" Pope asked.
"34* 57' 30" north. 75* 55' 42" west."
"Boom continental shelf right there," me and John B said.
"Well, if it's off the deep end, it's not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?" Pope asked.
"Come on, baby," JJ said as Pope continued to zoom in.
"Shit, it's on the high side. It's only 900 feet," John B said.
"That's not too deep," JJ agreed.
"Is that doable or something?" Kies asked.
"Yeah, totally doable," JJ told her.
"Ok, will we be taking your personal submarine?" Pope asked JJ.
"How do you know this, Mr. Dive master?" John B added on.
"The salvage yard. They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It had a 360 camera and everything. It's for, like, deep dives and stuff. It's exactly what we need," JJ told them.
"And, can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" me and John B asked.
"Well, my dads grimy little hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captian frowns on showing up shitfaced, turnes out. But the drone's there. It's in the impound yard out back," JJ explained to us.
"How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant again?" Kie asked.
"400 mil."
"400 million dollars?" Kie asked like she didn't already know.
We all got up to go out to the salvage yard, but Pope was blocking the exit. Well, trying to anyway.
"No. Absolutely not. No!" Pope protested.
"Pope! Move," Kie said. Shoving past him.
Me and John B were the last one's to get to Pope, the other two already outside.
"Can't we do anything legal for money?" Pope asked us.
"Go."
-
We all got back into the Twinkie to go to the salvage yard.
"Pope, we're not stealing the drone. We're borrowing it," John B told Pope who was still anxious.
John B was driving, Kie in the passenger seat, and Pope was on the bench we made in the back.
JJ was sitting on the floor leaning against the passanger seat, while I was leaning against the sliding door with my legs drapped over JJ's.
""Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality."" Pope quoted.
"Did you come up with that?" John B asked him.
"No I did," I said. JJ laughed, but apperently everyone else 'is to used to my jokes'. He was also licking a blunt which I found strange, but it's JJ. What can you expect?
"Albert Berstein came up with it, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing," Pope answered him.
"Oh," me and John B said in a weird voice.
"So, which is it?" Pope asked. "Fantasy or reality?"
"Why are you so weird, Pope?" JJ asked.
"Pope isn't weird, JJ. He's just," I paused to think of the right word. "Different."
"Thanks, y/n. I think?" Pope said. I did a dramaticly head bow.
"It's fantasy, but possible realitly," Kie answered.
"Reality," me and John B answered.
"Virtual reality," JJ said lighting the blunt. Well trying to Pope took it away before he could.
"Keep the signal clear."
We got the the salvage yard, where the drone was, and parked the van. Me, and Kie got out to 'flirt' with the salvage captain. This should be fun.
"You know what your problem is?" JJ asked Pope from inside the van.
"You?"
"Hey, don't worry. You guys got this," John B told us as we got to his side.
"It's not us that I'm worried about," Kie told him as we walked to her car.
We got to where we were going and found the gaurds 'box'.
"Hello! Excuse me?"
"Can I help you?" the gaurd asked.
"Hi! Um, we actually have a flat tire," I told him smiling in the most flirty way possible.
"We were wondering if maybe you could help us out?" Kie asked in the same tone.
"Yeah," he said going back to open the gate.
"It's too easy," Kie told me.
"If we get raped I'm blaming the boys," I said dramatically.
-
with the boyzzzzzz
"How's it going with Kiara?" JJ asked John B.
"It's not awkward, weird, or anything," John B told him.
JJ snorted, "Honestly, I did not think you were gonna actually listen to me."
"What?"
"I was 100 percent sure she was into you," JJ told him. "Pope would agree."
"Ehh..."
"So, like, Kie, she, like, definitely gave you the Heisman?" JJ asked.
"Oh, no question. Yup," John B told JJ.
"Gotcha. Hm..."
"Mabye she's just into somebody else," Pope said.
They both gave him weird looks.
"Um, John B. y/n said that she told you, that she didn't want to get with Rafe, right?" JJ asked.
"Yes, that's what she said," John B told him.
"So she definetly doesn't like him?" JJ asked.
"That's what she said," John B repeated. "And can you stop trying to get with my sister?"
"I'm not trying to get with your sister. Remember the rules 'No Pogue on Pogue Macking,' " JJ told him.
"You've gone soft," Pope told him.
"How so?"
"When was the last time you hooked up with a girl?" Pope asked.
"I don't know."
"The day he started liking y/n," John B answered for him.
"Not true."
"Yeah it is we've all talked about it," Pope told him.
"Even y/n?" JJ asked.
"Nah. Just me Kie and Pope," John B told him.
"Don't tell her," JJ threatened.
"Simp," John B said in a deep voice before giving them the signal to go.
-
"It's just this back one right here. I mean, it must've been a slow leak or something," I explained to the gaurd.
"Probably been sitting in the yard to long?" he asked us.
"Yeah."
"Yeah. I got this," he said.
"Thank you."
He started 'fixing' the flat tire, and I had no idea what to do.
We heard a dog barking from the yard. Yep, and the boys were caught. You know what? Life sucks.
"Do you hear that?" the gaurd asked us.
"Hear what?"
"Oh, Tebow's got somethin'," the gaurd told us.
"It's probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?" I told him. "Nothin' to worry about."
"Yeah."
Kie went to the other side of the trailer to pop the other tire.
The gaurd finished and got up to go back.
I tried to think of something to stop him, but I couldn't. He found Kie, and I'm guessing caught on to what we were doing.
He ran the other way and me and Kie got in the car, and drove away.
-
"Hey, can you um take me home?" I asked. I wasn't really hungry, and the rest of them were going to 'The Wreck' to get food.
"Why?" John B asked me.
"Not hungry," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Yeah I guess I can," he told me.
He took me home and I went inside, to my room and changed. I put in just some shorts and a big shirt.
I layed in bed for a while reading until my door opened.
I expected it to be John B, or JJ. But it wansn't. It was Rafe. (this was the night of that party if you don't remeber. so rafe was high)
"Rafe, what are you doing here?" I asked closing my book and sitting up in bed.
He didn't say anything but only walked towards me.
"Rafe what are you doing?" I asked again.
He lunged himself onto me, now laying on top. He pinned my arms above my head so I couldn't move.
"Rafe, please stop," I whimpered.
"What was that?" he asked me getting closer to my face. I turned my head to the side but he grabbed both of my arms into one hand and forced me to look at him with the other.
He ignored my cries and continued, wrapping a hand around my neck to keep me from turning my head.
All he had on were shorts, so I knew this wouldn't take long. I just had to let him do it. Get it over with. He was alot stronger than me and I would hurt myself fighting against him.
"How about we make a little deal?" he asked me kissing down my neck.
"What?" I whimpered.
"You fuck with me, and I'll leave you and your Pogue friends alone," he told me.
"And if I don't?"
"Then me and my Kook friends will take them out. One, by one," he told me.
"Rafe your high again, don't do this," I pleaded.
"Sorry Pogue," he told me going down to kiss my neck again.
Just as he was about to take my shirt off we both heard the door open.
"I dare you to tell anyone about this. My house Friday," he threatened before climbing out the window.
I looked down at my wrist which was now bruising.
I got up and looked in the litle mirror on my nightstand.
Around my neck there was a faint handprint around it, which was getting darker vert quickly.
Rafe how the actual fuck am I supposed to hide these?
That night I broke my promise. I cried myself to sleep, Sally was gone. Forever.
-
"What's this?" JJ asked Pope.
"Don't touch that," Pope told him hitting his hand away. "I'm trying to work out this thing."
We were at the dock testing out the drone. Everyone was in their swinsuit's, well everyone except me.
Yesterday was Friday which meant I had to meet up with Rafe. I'm sore, very sore. I have bruising up and down my body.
I'm wearing sweatpants, and a lose long sleeve shirt. Told everyone it was a cold. In all honesty I'm burning up, but it's better if I'm the only one getting hurt.
Once a week I can take it. It's not like he took my virginity, I had a boyfriend last year, he was sweet, but he moved away so we decided to break up.
We're still friends talk about once a week or so. But this is different. I don't have much of a choice.
What you do for the people you love, I guess.
John B and Kie are in the water testing the drone camera.
"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man," JJ said. "What would we do without you to control the drones?"
"Technically it's not a drone. It's an ROV," Pope told him.
"Shut up. Shut up. It's to early for that right now," JJ complained.
"Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim," John B told us from the water.
"It's bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ asked.
"Well, there is maritime salvage law. You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up," Pope told him.
"I know. I know. It's just that lawyers aren't cheap, bro," JJ continued to complain.
"As soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp," me and John B told him.
"How do you two know that?" Kie asked us.
"Cause our dad said it, like, a million times," we told her.
"Yeah, that's fair."
"This tether is, like really long. In the wrong weather it could get pushed around," Pope told us.
"Then we'll go at dead calm," John B told us as thunder rumbled.
"At slack tide," Kie said.
"So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather," Pope told us. "And today is not that day."
Thunder continued to roll in, along with darker clouds.
-
JJ and Pope made me go deliver groceries with them, and so here I am. Delivering food.
"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there," Pope said looking at Figure Eight.
"That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it," JJ told him. "And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut."
"It's nice to be a Kook," Pope said.
"Lucky bastards," JJ added.
-
Me and JJ were running up the dock to the boat because JJ wanted to tell Pope a story.
"Pope! Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man!" JJ yelled running down the dock. "Whoo! That was the best 100 bucks I've ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it."
Me and JJ got onto the boat where Pope was sitting looking quite angry.
"What's up with you? Bro, you good?" JJ asked noticing Pope.
"Pope whats wrong?" I asked worried.
"Yo, what happened to your face, dude?" JJ asked lifting Pope's hat. "Jesus! What happened?"
"Rafe and Topper jumped me," Pope told him. "They said no Pogues on their side of the island."
"Rafe?" I asked quietly so no one could hear me, tears trickling into my eyes.
How could I be so dumb?
"What are you gonna do?" JJ asked him.
-
"2020 Malibu, 24-MXC. The worlds finest wakesetter. Number one in quality, luxury, and performance," Pope explained to me and JJ.
"This is war, Pope," JJ told him. "They hit us, we hit them."
He put a face mask over his head covering his mouth and nose, then putting on his sunglasses.
Pope jumped into the water and swam over to the boat to sink it.
"Can you take that off?" I asked him.
"Wouldn't want to take your virginity yet would I?" he asked jockingly.
"Who said I was a virgin?" I asked him.
"What?" he asked me.
"I'm not a virgin JJ," I told him.
"Does John B know?"
"I mean you can tell him if you want, it's not really a secret," I told him.
Pope came back and got onto the boat.
"Wow, you did it. I'm so proud of you right now. Holy crap," JJ said shocked.
"JJ"? Pope asked.
"Yeah?"
"You can't tell anybody," he told him.
"Oh, no, yeah. Totally, dude."
"No, I'm serious, dude. Not Kie, not John B, nobody," Pope told us.
"Yup, our lips are sealed. Give me that. Give me that," JJ said taking the plug and chucking it into the marsh. "Okay! Let's get outta here."
-
Everyone went surfing while I went 'home'. I was really going to Rafe's house to tell him I was done with our agreement.
And I couldn't go surfing due to them seeing my bruises.
-
I knocked on the door to the Cameron's house, honestly hoping no one would be home.
Sadly the door was opened by none other then Rafe Cameron.
"y/n, it's not even Friday yet and your already here," he said smiling and raising his eyebrows.
"That's not why I'm here Rape,"I told him.
"Don't call me that," he said through clenched teeth.
"You are what you do," I told him smiling.
"Why are you here?" he asked me.
"Our deal's off. You broke your side," I explained to him.
"What?" he asked breathing heavier.
"Don't act dumb Rape. I know you and Topper jumped Pope. So the deal is off," with that I turned around and walked away.
-
We were all sitting outside, me and JJ sharing a hammock, the rest of the Pogues in the chair beds we made.
"You really think it's out there? Like, no bullshit?" Pope asked breaking the silence.
"My father thought it was," John B answered.
"But do you?"
"After hearing his voice on that tape... I think I do," John B told him.
"Only one way to find out," Pope told us, then they both did a handshake.
"Look, we're gonna find it, you know? Even JJ believes," Kie explained to the two boys.
"Oh, my God, JJ, do you really believe?" me and John B asked him jockingly.
"Totally. Wait. Are we talking about four mil?" JJ answered.
"Four hundred mil," we all corrected him.
"Jinx."
"I'm gonna dream about shipwrecks and a hotgirl in a bikini," JJ said.
"Simp!" John B yelled.
"Shut it John B," JJ told him.
"Just saying what you are," John B replied.
"Anyway. Good night, Birds!" JJ told us rolling onto his side.
"Good night, bird shit!" me and John B said.
-
We all got onto the boat to go and find the Royal Merchant.
Kie, Pope, and John B were out on the front of the boat, while me and JJ were on the inside.
"All right, JJ. Pin it here," John B instructed JJ.
"Roger that! X marks the spot."
"All right, ladies and gentlemen. To going full Kook," John B said putting in the drone.
Kie was letting down the tether, while me and JJ steered the boat. JJ did most of the work, but I helped, well he wouldn't really let me.
Pope was steering the drone, and John B was instructed JJ.
"All right, JJ we're right over it. Ten seconds northwest," John B told him.
"Got it! Ten seconds northwest."
"100 feet!" Kie told us.
Pope gasped about something on the monitor.
"What? What, what, what, what?" John B repeated. I looked out to where they were, JJ doing the same.
"It's nothing," John B groaned. "Sorry, I thought--"
"Don't do that to me, man," JJ told him.
"My bad. I just thought I saw..." Pope started but stopped himself.
"And to quote The Hobbit, "Down, down, to Goblin Town. Down, down, you go, my lad."" Pope said making me laugh to myself.
"400 feet!"
Thunder started rumbling, and the tide was starting to turn.
"The tide's turning," Kie told us.
"Hey, JJ?" John B asked trying to get his attention.
"Yup?"
"Ten seconds easy. South-southeast," John B told him.
"Copy that!"
"JJ, 20 seconds mid-speed, all right? South," John B continued to instruct.
"Copy that! Aye, aye. Come on."
"Keep the tether out of the prop!" JJ told Kie.
"I'm trying!"
"I'm gonna go help her," I told JJ but when I was about to leave he grabbed my arm.
"No, stay here," he told me.
I gave him a confused look, but stayed.
"JJ, keep going!" John B told him.
"John B, is that good?" JJ asked.
"We're good."
"Okay, 700 feet!"
There was a big wave, almost knocking me and JJ over.
Luckily he caught himself, steering with one arm holding me up with the other.
"I'm good, JJ," I told him.
He just shook his head and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.
"JJ, hold it steedy!" John B yelled now struggling to yell over the storm.
"Okay, 900!"
"JJ, we're gonna turtle in this storm, man!" John B told him.
"920!"
"Crank it north by northwest! Ten seconds!" John B told him.
"John B there's to much current!" Kie told him. "We're gonna lose it!"
"South, southwest, JJ! Hard!"
"Half speed. Steady at his bearing, JJ!"
"What do you got, Pope? Come on, man. What do you see?" John B asked.
Nothin'. A whole lot of nothin'," Pope told him disapointed.
"You should be right above it, brother," John B told him.
"Kiara!"
"960!"
"970!"
"980!"
"I'm at the bottom! I'm at the bottom!" Pope told us.
"Okay, steady here, JJ! Steady here. Quarter speed, all right?"
"You should be seeing something, man," John B told Pope.
"I know, I know! Wait, wait."
"Oh, good God."
"See anything?" JJ asked.
"It's the Royal Merchant."
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Sorry this took so long, I have been very stressed with school. I've also had strep two or three times this past month.
I actually am out of school with it right now. My sister also had it.
We had a Covid scare, because my sister tests had a faint line on the rapid testing.
Luckily it was a false positve and we both just have strep.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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