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waves (part iii)

(not my gif)

PART III

summary: part three of the waves series, the crew finds a ship in the marsh

word count: 1′259

warnings: swearing, underage drinking

"It's a party trick,"

"Terrifying,"

"Hey, Pope can you go a little faster?" JJ asked as he climbed to the front of the boat. Frankie knew what to expect. "Here we go, I'm moving," Instead of sitting behind him like her three other friends, she opted to sit next to him, legs dangling in the air and feeling the splash of water against her feet.

"Doesn't work," Pope sighed through an amused grin.

"We've tried this like 6'ooo times, bro," Frankie reminded, looking up at the blond standing next to her, beer in hand.

"I got this! It's gonna work!" JJ raised the mouth of the bottle in front of his lips and tried to get the liquid inside his mouth. Frankie laughed when it started going everywhere behind him.

"You're getting beer in my hair!"

"Oh, my god,"

"All right! All right!"

"All right, you're done!"

"All right, stop!"

Frankie didn't have time to say anything else as she was propelled forward right into the water. She froze for a second before gathering her thoughts. She swam back to the surface, coughing and gasping. She looked to her left to see JJ floating and groaning, otherwise fine.

"You okay?" someone called from the boat. "Frank? JJ?"

"I'm alive," the girl grunted, rubbing her stomach.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head," JJ groaned. Frankie laughed, swimming over to him.

"C'mon, you're fine," He groaned.

"What about you? You good?" he asked, his eyes scanning her body for any trace of injury.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Pretty sure I drank about four liters of marsh water, but I'm okay," JJ shook his head, chuckling.

"Let's go," he said, pushing her towards the boat. She nodded.

"The fuck did you do, Pope?" the girl asked as she swam back to the boat, her water filled beer bottle in hand.

"Sand bar. The channel changed," the boy explained.

"No shit," JJ deadpanned as he followed Frankie to the boat. The girl hauled herself up and lay down on the beat up leather, catching her breath.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though,"

"Congrats, JJ,"

Pope came into her view a few seconds later, looking down at the water with a confused frown.

"What is it?" she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows, hating the feeling of her tank top sticking to her skin. She pulled it off with a grunt, revealing the top of her white bikini.

"Ohh, cherries," JJ noted as he climbed onto the boat as well, looking down at the small red dots on her swimming suit. Frankie ignored the slight blush of her cheeks and rolled her eyes.

"Only for you, my love," she drawled, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly at him. He scoffed and shoved her.

"Guys..." Pope started slowly, "I think there's a boat down there,"

"Shut up. What?"

"No way," Kia shook her head in disbelief.

"You sure?" Frankie asked, peering over the side of the boat.

"No, no, I'm serious. There's a boat down there," he pointed to a spot about two meters off, "For real. It's a boat!"

"Holy shit he's right," Kie gasped.

"Let's go," Frankie pulled her shorts off and dived back in the water, followed closely by her four friends. She swam downwards, heading straight for the- it looked just like the one from the other night. She looked over to John B, who nodded. He thought so too. She ran her hands over the roof before pushing off, lacking oxygen. She broke the surface with a great inhale of air.

"You guys saw that, right?"

"Yeah, I did,"

"Yeah,"

"What the-"

"That's a Grady White," JJ gasped, "a new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy,"

"That's a primo rig,"

"Yeah,"

Frankie pulled herself on board, pushing the red curls out of her face.

"That's the boat John B and I saw when we were surfing the surge," she stated. Confused looks all around.

"Maybe it hit jetty of something?" Kie suggested, wringing her hair out.

"You guys surged the surge?" JJ asked, his golden brows raised.

"Yeah," Frankie deadpanned. JJ wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.

"That's my girl," He high-fived John B, "Pogue style," Frankie chuckled, shaking her head.

"What the heck?"

"Wait, wait, do we know who's boat that is?" Pope asked as he clambered into the Pogue.

"No, but we're about to find out," John B said as he pulled the front of the boat open, grabbing the anchor.

"Dude, it's too deep," JJ shook his head.

"Oh, for the week and feeble, JJ,"

"Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front," the blond said.

"That's fine,"

"John B," Kiara said, her tone one of warning.

"I'll come with," Frankie spoke up, standing on the edge of the boat.

"What?" Kie asked, getting to her feet with a frown on her face.

"I'm not about to let one of best friends do something as dangerously stupid as this by himself,"

"Uh, yeah you are," JJ retorted. Frankie cocked an eyebrow.

"You aren't serious right now,"

"Uh, yeah, I am. You can't just-"

"Watch me," Frankie took a step backwards, letting herself fall back into the water. JJ let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Diver down, fool," Pope said. John B sighed, looking back at the girl in the water. He didn't want to put her in any kind of danger but he also knew that telling her not to come would just make her angry. And an angry Frankie wasn't something pretty.

"Diver down," he repeated.

"Yeah, he is," JJ pushed him backwards into the water. John B fell backwards and Frankie had to throw herself forward to grab a hold of the anchor before the both of them could sink without her. She inhaled before being pulled underneath the surface. She let go after a few seconds and swam to the boat, squinting to see through the dark water. She pulled herself inside and headed straight for the wheel. John B looked at the back. Something flashed on Frankie's right. She could feel the lack of oxygen burning in her lungs. She grabbed it. It was a key. She shrugged and tapped John B's shoulder, waving it in front of his face. He nodded and both of them swam to the surface.

Frankie gasped, taking in a huge gulp of air.

"Oh, my god! That took forever!"

"Jeez!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine, J," Frankie assured, pushing her curls back.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asked immediately.

"Looting potential?"

"No, no," John B shook his head.

"We found this motel key," Frankie offered, holding it up for the others to see.

"A key," Pope repeated, disappointment evident on his face.

"Yes, a key, Pope," John B deadpanned.

"Next time you go looking for dead bodies," Frankie scoffed as she took JJ's extended and let him help her up into the boat.

"And risk my life? I think the hell not," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But that's great!" JJ exclaimed with fake enthusiasm as he turned to pull the anchor up, "We salvaged a motel key!"

"Guys," Kiara called out as John B got into the boat, "We should report the wreck to the coast guard," Pope got behind the wheel and started the boat up.

"Yeah, maybe we could get a finder's fee," Frankie shrugged, wringing the water out of her curls.

"And not work all summer," JJ added, "Thanks, Agatha, ya batch,"

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