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Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor
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Hound, barging into Thorn's office: UM. UM! Thorn: Um? Thire: Use real words, Hound. Hound: FOX IS CRYING!? Thorn, getting up from his seat immediately: Where is he? Hound: HIS OFFICE. THERE'S A BUNCH OF TROOPERS THERE-- Thire: Sergeant Hound. Hound: U-uh...Sorry. I'm in a panic, you know? I found a bunch of troopers gathered in his office, pouring out of his office, so I went inside to see what was going on. They were all trying to comfort him. Nobody knew what started it. He was just...crying. Thire: This is bad. Fox wouldn't cry in front of his troopers. Thorn: I agree... Thire, after entering Fox's office: Clear out! Thorn, worriedly cradling Fox's face once it's just the three of them: What happened, Fox? Fox, through sobs: I just wanted...five minutes of sleep...Why can't he give me five minutes? Thorn: ...The chancellor? Fox: I c-can't take it anymore...I can't take it... Thorn: Thire... Thire: ...I can get you close to him. Thorn: Thank you. Thire: Just do it right. One shot. I'll take care of the Red Guard at the same time. Fox, unsheathing his blaster and laying it on his desk: ...Use this.
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spookymoonie · 9 months
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kink headcanon-a-day #15
If Lesbian Wolfstar was Pretty Woman, Sirius would be Vivian and Remus would be her client who falls head over fucking heels.
SugarMommy!Remus and SexWorker!Sirius AU
Pussy-lovin smut under the cut!
The woman looked ashen and immediately bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Lupin. We had no idea that your—your—" She looked over Sirius, now dressed to the nines in her new clothes. "Friend was seriously looking to shop here."
"As opposed to what?” Remus snapped. “Wasting her time, my time, and your time?" Remus held her hand out to Sirius who smugly took it. "Consider this boutique under new ownership because undoubtedly it will be under mine very soon." Remus stormed out with Sirius in tow, and yelled over her shoulder, "And start looking for a new job, bitch."
They climbed into the backseat of the limousine. Remus huffing and puffing, stewing in her anger.
Sirius stared at her with big, round eyes, like a puppy in love. Remus glanced over at her, still seething and melted a little at Sirius.
“I’m sorry,” Remus said, smoothing out her trousers. “I kind of threw a strop back there.”
Sirius bit her lip and reached over to lock the divider between their compartment and the driver’s. She quickly moved onto her knees in between Remus’s legs and began unzipping her pants.
“Love, what are you—”
“Shhh,” Sirius hushed, and went back to her task of ridding Remus of her panties.
In no time at all Remus was splayed out on the seat, arse to the edge as Sirius devoured her pussy with her mouth.
“Siri—fuck.” Remus grunted, gripping Sirius’s long hair and rolling her hips into Sirius’s mouth. “You’re so good. Ahh—so fucking good for me.”
Sirius rolled her fingers over her own panties, rubbing her clit in time with Remus’s thrusts. She sucked on Remus’s clit, flicking the bundle with her tongue, and pulled back with an obscene pop. Doing it again and again until Remus nearly came to the sound of Sirius’s wet mouth on her pussy alone.
“Good girl, that’s it,” Remus said, Sirius tonguing her entrance, making Remus’s toes curl. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby—” Remus’s thighs clenched around Sirius’s head. “Fuck, just like that—just like—” Sirius pushed her tongue as deep as she could and sucked at Remus’s slick, silky pussy. “Ah—Fuck!”
Remus came abruptly, and Sirius drank it all down, fucking her tongue into Remus’s tight hole and drawing out her cum like it was her reward.
Sirius pulled back, mouth and lips cum-stained and shining.
Remus in a delirious move pulled Sirius up to her, ready to lick the cum off Sirius’s lips, but she remembered and stopped.
Sirius didn’t kiss on the lips.
And even if Remus was already in love, Sirius didn’t want to be.
Remus instead leaned forward and whispered in Sirius’s ear, “Come on, baby. Lick it all up like the good girl you are.”
Sirius moaned, and as if Remus’s day couldn’t get better. She got to watch Sirius fuck herself with her fingers, coming with Remus’s name on that heavenly pink tongue.
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The next stop was the store Jamie had taken Sirius to, the one that had helped her find clothes.
Remus noted immediately the chandeliers lining each section of the room, the champagne flutes on a side table next to an ice bucket, the mannequins wearing couture fashion that made no fucking sense to Remus.
Who would wear pointed boobs?
And what the fuck was that thing on the other mannequin’s head—Was that a hat?
“It is a bit naff,” Sirius teased into Remus’s ear, subtly pointing towards the hat.
“But I bet it’s more expensive than that entire boutique,” Remus murmured back. Sirius giggled.
The store manager graciously glided across the marble, expecting their appointment.
“Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Black,” he greeted cheerily, reaching for her hand.
Sirius held it out to him and greeted, “Bonsoir.”
He took her hand but didn’t kiss it. In a classier move, he bowed his head to it, still paying his respects to the lady who had so charmed him the other afternoon.
“Vous allez bien?” the manager asked then nodded towards Remus.
Sirius smirked. “Fantastic. She threatened to buy the business and warned them to start looking for work.”
“Mais arrêtes,” he said with wide eyes, reaching for Remus’s hand in glee. He encapsulated her hand in both of his and said, “I despise the manager there. She’s inappropriate with the attendants and several of our staff escaped that wretched place.” He straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. “How may we assist you today, Ms. Lupin?”
Remus pulled out her wallet from her trouser pocket and removed her card. She waved her black card to the store manager and said, "Everything in her size, please.”
Click Here! to read the rest on AO3 “She was so good for you though,” Peter said with a sigh. “You’re so sad now. No one wants a blowjob from a sad prostitute.”
“And given your extensive skillset—” “I speak French and Dirty Talk.”
Just wanted to clip these lines bc I know some of you won't read the rest, but I love them and hope you do, too 💕
Inspired by @wxlfstxrisbest 's message (ty for getting my mind working and coming off anon!! 🖤💕)
(🖤wolfstar kink-hc-of-the-day list🖤)
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halsinsbiggernaturals · 7 months
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okay but what happened in the wild dragon age fic. why was it terrible. i'm curious now
okay, SO. i’ve talked about this fic with a few people, but i’d love to share it with the world at large. i had seen art based on a fanfic, but no link to the fanfic, so i reverse searched a bit of the passage to try to find it. i found this random fic on fanfic.net (no idea anyone even used it for dragon age) that had no relation to the original fic, but intrigued me enough i kept reading it.
the basis was that hawke was this evil, horrid, cartoonishly awful blood mage that was a menace to kirkwall, and anyone around her. already a fascinating premise, because how many times do you see hawke portrayed as inarguably in the wrong? like the true antagonist of da2?
it was so interesting to me, and even more so how the companions reacted. no one liked this hawke, she was utterly unlikeable. instead, they banded together and followed after her in order to negate the disasters she left in her wake. hawke was still their rallying point, but instead of hawke keeping their merry band of misfits together by the skin of their teeth, the companions united in spite of her, working together to keep kirkwall safe from hawke.
it was easily the most interesting da2 party dynamic i’ve read about.
additionally, the author portrayed blood magic in a way i hadn’t previously considered. hawke was happy to use other peoples blood, of course, but also heavily relied on her own blood. and it was a detriment to her health. she was described as anemic, pale, scrawny, underfed. i guess it sounds like common sense, but i really hasn’t considered the health risks of constant blood loss when using it for magic. and having their MC be described as so sickly and unhealthy was entirely new.
i would have hailed the author as some kind of writing genius, but something terrible happened:
hawke got better.
she decided she’d had quite enough of accruing the enmity of everyone and their dog (literally, the dog hated her too) and used blood magic to make a spell that would make everyone like her. the backlash caused a entirely foreseeable effect: it made her more likeable.
it was then that i realized that what i had been reading was the prologue, which set up this cartoon villain hawke in order to compare and contrast her to the new, improved hawke, who was sweet and kind and everything the old hawke wasn’t.
i felt like i'd been punk’d.
it’s possible that things get reversed or more interesting later on in the fic, there were plenty of chapters when i stopped. i’d read a few more just in case, but after the author described how eating properly and stopping blood magic had changed hawke's appearance, giving her 'curves in all the right places', i realized this fic was no longer what had captured my interest.
i haven’t been able to relocate it, and i’m afraid it might have been deleted. but it still lives in my head rent free. the greatest bait and switch i was ever subjected to.
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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 4 months
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i don't know you but i was scrolling thru the tags on a post and saw your queue tag and it made me hehe out loud with my mouth irl btw. thanks
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But for real, I am truly happy my queue tag made you laugh 🤭
Have a very nice day!
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so i made a new save to get back in the groove of playing ts4 a while back with the sim i intended to do the 7 infant challenge with i’ll be posting later, so here’s my obligatory sim introductory post :^)
Something Else
Renaissance Sim (Quick Learner)
insane / overachiever / lactose intolerant
highlights from the month long gameplay with this family under the cut
after 3 days of playing Something in a single person household, i adopted 2 puppies, annie & indiana, and an adult dog, butter 
it became too overwhelming to have 3 dogs that needed attention when Something had to sleep
so i stole a baby Bella and Mortimer Goth had named Cannon Goth to be a live-in dog nanny
Cannon was raised in Something’s basement and stayed there until he became a straight A elementary student
stealing Cannon was a mistake because the dog issue was still prevalent, and i realized, very late, that kids can’t walk dogs
Something invents a cloning machine at work, so he clones himself 
Somebody was born
Somebody became insufferable with the emotional bomb quirk as he was cloned when Something was a 3-Star celebrity
Somebody was later killed by flies because I couldn’t do it anymore
Something turns to robotics to make his dog walker
Someone worked great as a dog walker 
making one singular bot was too much work when Something still had a day job, Someone gets cloned to have extra hands around the house
Someone’s clone was named Sometwo 
Someone and Sometwo get day jobs so I could continue expanding the house they lived in 
Someone became an engineer
Sometwo became an actor
Someone gets abducted and gets alien pregnant despite being a robot
Someone gives birth to twin alien girls, named Who and What
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pics just in case ppl call me out for having a non-pregnant bot
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Someone also turns into a strange man in a purple speedo when he’d breastfeed them so ig thats where they get their hair color lmao
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sehvyn · 2 years
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havva mumbo!!
i miss him :(
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none-asked · 1 year
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beloved....
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tainted-arahabaki · 2 years
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when day6 wrote "If I were you, I'd hug you without saying anything / If you were me, you would cry in my embrace" a part of me died
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teamfortresstwo · 2 months
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That . Was . AWESOOOOME .
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devilarmed · 2 months
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☎️🗡️🥀
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delayed-affection · 1 year
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Chapter one
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"We’re the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time." A boy narrates
The boy stands at the top of a house, dangling his foot off.
"That's what, a three story fall to the deck?" Boy 2 theorizes from below, "I give you about a one in three chance of survival."
He hums sticking his finger in the air, "Should I do it?"
"Yeah, you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down." He says pointing a power drill at him.
"You'll shoot me?" He asks making a gun with his hand, "Pew!"
A girl walks out from the unfinished house, "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."
"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" Boy 3 asks
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" She complains
"I can't have cold towels." Boy 3 replies
She looks up to wear he sits, "Can you please not kill yourself?"
"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." Girl 2 pipes up as she watches boy 1.
Boy 1 continues to mess around, "Whoa! Oh, shit."
His can falls from his hand and onto the floor.
"Of course you did, right after I told you I wasn't going to give you a new one." Girl 2 quips
"Smooth." Girl 1 says
Boy 1 groans, looking down at his now empty can.
"A plus." Boy 3 tells him
"Dumbass." Girl 1 insults
Boy 2 looks over to the driveway, right where an officer stands.
"Hey!" The officer shouts
Boy 2 turns back to his friends, "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up."
"Boys are here early today." Boy 1 states
"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" Boy 2 exclaims
Boy 3 rolls over from his spot while Boy 1 climbs down from his. Girl 2 follows Boy 2 to the back door.
Girl 1 smiles, "Let's go, boys."
"Gary is that you?" Boy 3 shouts
"Come on quite it." Boy 2 says
"Hey, what are you doing?" The officer questions
"Gary, good to see you, man!" Boy 3 yells
"JJ!" The officer screams
"You're asking for it." Girl 1 laughs
The group of teens laugh and holler as they run through the house, weaving through the construction equipment.
JJ slips in front of the officer but is quick to get up, running the other way with the others.
"Get 'em! They're comin' your way!" The officer calls out
JJ gets caught up with another officer who grabs him, "I got him!"
He slips from his grasps and takes off, "Not much of a hugger man!"
"Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!" He tells him as they hop the fence.
Pope drops the floor face first and groans.
JJ laughs, "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming."
On queue the officers face pops up over the fence, "Hey! Come here, you little pricks!"
Pope jumps up and races towards the honking van.
Boy 1 continues to honk, "Bus is leaving!"
Girl 1 sticks her head out the passenger window, "Come on, boys! Whoo!"
Girl 2 holds open the sliding door, "Jeez! Could you be any slower?"
Pope is the last to jump in and Boy 1 drives off.
Officer Gary chases after them on foot, "Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!"
Pope laughs at him, "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise."
JJ switches places with Girl 2 by the door, "Come on, Gary! Wait. Slow down."
"Hey! You little pricks!" Gary yells
"Stop guys. You're gonna give him a heart attack." Girl 1 scolds
JJ hangs out the door with a beer in his hand, extending it him, "You're so close! You can do it. There you go."
He toss the can at him making him stop in his tracks.
JJ groans, "They don't pay you enough, bro."
Girl 2 pulls him back into the van, "JJ, stop."
He giggles, "Oh, come on. That sort of stuff is just begging to be punished."
Boy 1 continues his narration, "The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island."
The teens are quick to move on from their situation, now laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind.
Boy 1 watches as they pass well kept houses, expensive boats, and an opened field that is only used for golfing.
"All right. This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live."
Turning onto a different part of the island, the scenery changes. The houses aren't as big and well kept. No golf courses or yachts are seen.
"And then, this is the south side or the cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of... drumroll, please... the Pogues. That's us."
"Pogues, pogies, the throw away fish. Lowest member of the food chain. Okay. So, the down side of the Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want."
They all sit on a boat doing their own thing, Boy 1 pulls up a net and drops the fish inside onto the deck.
"Nice haul, dude. Look at that." JJ compliments
Girl 1 scoots back from the fish in front of her, "Ugh, John B."
"Been all bait for, like, three weeks." JJ informs
John B picks up a fish and throws it at him.
"Gross." He laughs
"Well I guess it's time for introductions."
JJ stands inside the wheelhouse steering the boat.
"That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as the come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta holding salt lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just don't tell him I said that. Mild kleptomaniac and future tax cheat."
Girl 1 sits by a bonfire talking to someone about micro plastics.
"And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why, though. So, she's a rich kid, actually. Foot in both world. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourist. You know, I'm not really sure how her parent feel about us. I guess we all sort of have a thing for her."
Pope sits on the boat smiling at his friends.
"That's Pope, the brains of the operation... finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father is this legend charter, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us."
Girl 2 sits at the edge of the boat, letting her feet sit in the water.
"That one right there is Y/n, the living definition of an angel, way too pretty and nice for her own good.  She spends most of her time helping Pope and his dad with work or shredding waves with JJ. She, like Kie, is a Kook, well half a Kook. Her mom is a Pogue and her dad is a Kook, she is a baby of an affair. Her parents love her more than anything, never seen such good coparenting."
The group stands together watching the sunset on the water.
"That's my crew."
John B flushes the toilet and wonders around his house.
"And that's me, John Booker Routledge. And this is where I live. An old fish shack on the marsh. The Château, as my dad used to call it."
He hangs up a picture of him and his dad.
"There's Dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disappears at sea these days? I miss him. And then there's Mom. She split when I was three. Last I heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado."
He taps a picture with the top of his bottle, "Uncle T!"
"That's Uncle T. Since Dad's vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses...which means it's just me right now, hanging out with my friends. Three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. I refused to sign the papers. Until I see a body, I'm not giving up."
"John it has come to our attention that you are an unemancipated minor living on your own." A woman sighs sitting across from him.
He scoffs, "No... No. No."
"John, I need honesty to help you. That's what we want, right?" She asks
"Yeah. I'm being honest." He answers
"Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?" She questions
He looks down at his wrist, "Uh... 34 minutes ago."
"Last time you saw him?" She asks
"Two hours and... 43 minutes ago?" He claims
She looks up from her papers, "John, we're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care. I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."
"They actually thought I was gonna be happy to hear that. And that's we're this story starts. My dad missing, my uncle MIA, and the Bride of Frankenstein threatening foster care. But then I caught a break."
A reporter's commentary fills the crowded shop, "Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina..."
"Hurricane Agatha, coming in the same day DCS was supposed to do my assessment."
He leaves the shop and stands out on a dock, alarms blaring, alerting people that the hurricane is close and coming head on.
Pulling out his phone he calls child services, "Yeah, uh... I think we're gonna have to reschedule."
Him, Y/n, and Pope race out in the storm, boards in hand, hoping to catch some killer waves.
"It's a double overhead out there, bro." Pope tells them
John B stops and looks out to the water, "Double overhead?"
Pope looks at them, "Those aren't surf-able waves, bro."
John B laughs, "Says who?"
Y/n runs ahead, "Only one way to find out!"
Soon they're all in the water, thunder clapping around them. The waves they don't ride take them under, other than that it's a fun time.
John B sits on the surf and something catches his eye, "What the hell?
It's a boat and it's getting thrashed around by the deeper waves. The storm gets stronger, making them go back home, only for the power to go out.
John B wakes up in his bed to the sound of chickens clucking and a rooster crowing. He sighs sitting up, grabbing his phone.
He turns off his phone "No service."
Getting up he tries the light switch, "No power. Great."
He walks into the living room, smacking his friend, "Yo, JJ, you been outside?"
JJ keeps his head in the cushions, "I have polio, bro. I can’t walk."
He pushes open the back door and takes in the damage.
He yawns, "Oh, man. That's no good. That's not good."
He walks around to the boat, "Oh, man."
JJ steps outside, "Agatha did some work, huh?"
"Yeah, she did." He replies
"Whatcha thinkin'?" He asks
He climbs in the boat, "I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out in the marsh maze. All those drums are gonna chase the crab."
"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" He questions
"Nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry." He says cleaning out the boat, "Come on, think about it. It's god tellin' us to fish."
The boys set sail on the boat, dolphins trailing behind. They wave to other Pogues checking on what they have left.
"Hi, Miss Amy! You guys get through it?" John B asks a women in the dock.
"Still here." She answers
"She totally looked at me." JJ states as they drive away.
"I saw it." He confirms, "Dude look at this place."
He whistles, "Agatha, what did you do?"
"She is a crazy lady." He comments
"Hardcore dude." He replies, "Hurricane surge. We'll be cleaning this all summer."
"That is my nightmare." He claims
Pope stands at the end of a dock, "Well, look who we have here."
JJ whoops and hollers at him.
John B cups his hands around his mouth, "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory."
"I can't. My pops got me on lockdown." Pope tells them
"Come on, man." He mimics static, "Your dad's a pussy. Over."
Mr. Heyward walks over, "Oh, I heard that, you little bastard."
"We need your son." John B confesses
"Yeah, and island rules. Day after a hurricane's a free day." JJ adds
"Who the hell made that up?" Mr. Heyward asks
"Uh... Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card." He proclaims
"Y'all think I'm stupid?" He questions
"I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow." Pope says
"You think- No, no. Hell no. You doin' it right now." He demands
"Get in the boat." John B whispers to him as he slowly sails by.
"Make a run for it." JJ says not as quietly.
He father begins to threaten him, "Boy, if you get in that boat-"
Pope drops what's in his hands and jumps into the boat.
"Go, go, go." He tells John B
"Bring your ass back up here." He demands
"I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad." He swears as they pull off.
"When you get back you gonna clean shrimp. You gonna clean fish. You'll clean your dirty ass room!" He yells at him
"Sorry, Mr. Heyward!" John b shouts, "We'll bring him back in one piece."
"I don't like your friends!" He voices
Pulling up to another dock they meet Kie and Y/n.
JJ puts on an Irish accent, "Oh, top o' the mornin' ya."
"Good morning boys." Kie greets
"Morning." John B replies
"Pope was able to bless us with his presence today?" Y/n teases smiling down at the boy.
JJ smacks his shoulder, "Yeah but he's stuck cleaning for the rest of his life."
Pope rolls his eyes, "Whatcha got? You got some juice boxes?"
"You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks." Kie answers
JJ helps them into the boat, "How about my kind of juice box?"
"Yeah." She assures
John B lowers his voice an octave, "Brace for impact."
A few drinks in a JJ is ready to have some fun, "Bet you can't do this. Let me show you a party trick."
"Terrifying." Kie states as he climbs past her to the bowsprit.
"Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?" He requests
"Oh, here we go. I'm movin'." John B announces moving behind pope.
Y/n follows him and joins him for a back row seat of the show.
"We've tried this like six thousand times." Pope says
"I got this. It's gonna work." JJ assures
Pope picks up the speed, JJ tilts the beer bottle towards his mouth. Hoping that the beer will fly out of the bottle and into his mouth.
Kie gets splashed with the liquid, "Oh, my god. You're getting beer in my hair!"
Pope holds his hand out for cover, "All right. All right!"
"All right, you're done." John b tells him
"All right, stop!" Pope shouts
The motor rattles and sends JJ flying off the boat into the water. Everyone else is sent tumbling forward in the boat.
"Jesus, Pope!" Kie scolds
JJ breaches the tops of the water and groans.
"You okay, JJ?" John b asks
"I think my heels touched the back of my head." He groans
"Kie, Y/n, you okay?" He asks
"I'm alright." Kie assures sitting up
"Same here." Y/n replies picking herself up
JJ swims back to the boat, "Pope, what did you do?"
"Sand bar. The channel changed." He answers
"No Shit." He spits
John B grunts, "Ugh, this is probably gonna mess this whole place up."
Pope stands where JJ once was, looking out at the water.
"Hey, I saved the beer, though." JJ gushes
"Congrats, JJ." He says
Pope squints his eyes at something, "Guys... I think there's a boat down there."
"Shut up. What?" John B replies
"No way." Kie dismisses
Y/n walks over to him, knowing the boy wouldn't lie about such a thing.
He points to the water, "No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there. For real."
"What the fuck." Y/n marvels
"It's a boat!" He exclaims
"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go." Kie jabbers
She tugs y/n's arm and they both take off their shorts, leaving them in their bathing suits. The boys do the same with their shirts.
"You think there's a dead body down there?" Pope asks
No bothers to answer as the all jump into the water.
Pope sets down his shirt, "Guys, wait up!"
"Get your ass in here, Pope!" JJ yells
He cannon balls into the water, they all take a deep breath before swimming down. They take a quick look around before coming back up.
"Did you guys see that? You guys saw that right?" JJ gasps
"Yeah." They all answer
"That's a Grady White." He informs, "A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy. That's a primo rig."
They all climb back into the boat.
"Yeah. That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge." He confesses, "Maybe it hit the jetty or something."
"You surfed the surge?" Kie asks
"Yeah." He answers
JJ laughs, "That's my boy. Pogue style."
"What the heck?" She says
"Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?" Pope questions
John B opens a hatch, "No, but we're about to find out."
"Dude, it's too deep."JJ states
"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ." He replies
"Well, I'm not resuscitating you." He tells him, "I'm just making that clear up front."
John B picks up the anchor, "That's fine."
"John B." Kie voices
"What?" He chuckles
"Diver down, fool." Pope salutes
He salutes him back, "Diver down."
JJ pushes him into the water, "Yeah he is."
He lets the anchor carry him down, swimming over to the boat when he's low enough. He looks quickly, finding a key. Running out of air he makes his way back up.
His friends watch the water for any sign of him.
"Should we go get him?" Y/n worries
John B answers her question himself, popping back up to the surface.
"Oh, my god. That took forever!" Kie complains
"Any dead bodies?" Pope wonders
"Looting potential?" JJ asks
"No. No. I found this motel key." He answers dangling it from his finger.
"A key." Pope says
"Yes, a key, Pope." He confirms pulling himself back into the boat.
"Great! We salvaged a motel key." JJ quips
"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we'll get a finders fee." Kie suggests on their way back.
"Yeah, and not work all summer. Thanks, Agatha, ya batch." JJ comments
"So you haven't seen him since?" A man asks
"Not since before the storm." A woman answers
"What did the police say?" He questions
"Well, they said I have to wait 24 hours before I can report anything but I know somethings up." She claims
"Nothing is wrong. You know, it's Scooter. He knows how to handle himself in a storm." He assures
"Well, when was the last time that you saw him?" She asks
"Uh, last time I saw him, he was prepping the Druthers with Sarah." He says walking into the house, "Sarah! You seen the princess?"
A woman on the staircase answers, "She's out back."
He watches as a light flickers, "Let there be generators."
"Thank god. It's like living in Nicaragua." The woman on the stairs nags.
The man leads the other woman out back, "Iy didn't fall near the house. It completely up rooted it. Oh look at this. Storm blew it right into the pool. Be careful with that. Rose is gonna kill me."
The pool cleaner freezes, "Yes, sir, Mr. Cameron."
He looks back at the woman, "I don't wanna know how much it cost."
A young girl pops up from the other side of the pool, "Dad, the Wi-Fi's not working. I can't post anything."
"Wheezie, there was a hurricane, sweetheart." He states "What is your sister doing?"
She looks over her shoulder, "Saving mice."
"I'm sorry. Sarah!" He calls
She continues to swat at seagulls, "I'm busy."
"What are you doing?" He asks walking over, the woman following.
"The burrows filled with water from the surge. The birds are having a field day." She replies chasing after the birds.
"The birds have to eat too, Sarah." He reminds
"No, it's a mouse genocide out here. No!" She groans
He sighs, "It's the cycle of life is what it is, sweetheart. Now, come on."
"I can't be apart of it. First they came for the mice, Daddy." She tells him
"Yeah, well, I have an actual human being that you might help." He says
The woman reaches her hand out, "Hi."
She rushes to take her hand, "I'm Sarah. I'm so sorry."
"This is Lana, Scooter's wife." He introduces, "Now, you were storm prepping with him, right?"
"Yeah. He helped me latch the cabin on the Druthers." She answers
"Last night?" He asks
"Yeah." She confirms
"Did he go out after that?" He questions
"From here?" She asks
"Yeah.” he replies
"No. Are you crazy? There was a hurricane." She reminds
"Well, did he say where he was going? Get a phone call or mention anything?" Lana wonders
"He didn't say anything to me." She affirms, "I'm so sorry. Is he okay?"
Mr. Cameron puts an arm around Lana, "He's absolutely okay. He's hunkered down somewhere, all right? We're gonna find him."
John B pushes his way through the crowded office, "Hey. Excuse me."
JJ squeezes through the other side, "Hey, man, we- we found a boat."
The officer ignores them, continuing his very loud conversation with the others.
John B tries again, "You're gonna wanna hear this."
The officer puts his hand in his face, "Hey! Calm down."
He gives up and pushes his way back out, JJ hot on his heel.
"Well that went well." Pope says, "So what's the plan?"
John B holds out the key, "I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat."
"No, no. We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone." Pope stammers
"I'm in." JJ chimes
"Come on. We'll be lookout." Kie says throwing her arm around y/n.
"It'll be better if you're there." Y/n tells him as they follow JJ.
John B pats his chest as he walks by, "Finders fee. Just sayin'. And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice."
"Man." He mumbles before following.
"Come on, bubba." John B beckons.
JJ whistles at the motel, "I thought the Château looked bad."
"This place is a shit show." John b comments
"Motel or meth lab?" Kie asks
"You be the judge." Pope replies
"This doesn't look like the type of place somebody with a Grady white would stay." Y/n voices
"No. It looks like a place someone with a Grady white would get killed." Pope says
JJ mimics a pilot, "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing."
He whoops jumping off the boat onto land, trying it down.
"Is it good?" John B asks
He tightens the rope, "Yep."
John B huffs, "All right. Here goes nothin'."
"Hey." Pope calls, "Don't let him do anything stupid."
"Oh, we will." JJ replies
John B looks back at him before turning, "I'm not making promises."
"Yeah, I know." He grumbles
"Uh, be careful." Kie says handing him the key, "I mean it."
He chuckles with a sly smile, "Yeah. Let's go."
Y/n daps up JJ, "Don't have too much fun."
He puts his hand on his chest, "Me? Having fun? Never."
John B claps his shoulder and they walk off, "What are all these mattresses doing out here?"
"After a hurricane, they ditch 'em cause they're moldy." JJ answers
Up the stairs they draw closer to the room.
JJ grabs John Bs shoulders, "Just be so careful, John."
He pushes him off, "God, you're so weird."
"What was that about?" He asks
"I don't know." He shrugs, "Maybe she wants us to be careful."
"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, 'Oh! Be so careful, John B'." He mimics her voices and rubs his shoulders.
He pulls away, "Get off."
He continues to tease, " 'Oh, give me that John D already.' When are you gonna swoop on that, man?"
"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Besides you're the one always hitting on her." He argues
"Of course, I'm always hitting on her. She's a super hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. The same goes for Y/n. Why they hang us? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that doors locked because I've tried it. Have you?" He explains
"You need help. Not a little help, you need a lot of help." He tells him, "It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like... 'Uhh'!"
"What? It's not a big deal." He states
John B stops, "This is it."
JJ does a rhythmic knock on the door, "Housekeeping." No answer, "No power. No security cameras. No one's gonna know."
John B huffs open the door, "Huh, okay. Check the bag. See if there's a name on there or something."
Closing the door behind them, they begin to raid the room.
"No name on the jacket." JJ informs, "It's a nice jacket, though."
John B picks up a shoe, "Definitely over 50. He's got New Balances."
JJ finds bunch of papers, "Yo, dude, come here. Maybe this is where they were fishing."
He rushes over, "Let me see."
He points to the map, "Right there."
"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell. Nobody fishes there." He replies pulling out a note.
They move on, JJ flashes his light around and puts on a posh accent, "Coffee? Standard. Tissues for when you get lonely... Ooh!"
"Did you find anything?" He asks
"Really awesome Dopp kit you won't let me steal." He answers rummaging through the bag and putting something in his pocket.
"Yeah, cause we're not stealing shit." He replies pushing numbers into the safe.
Down in the boat the three are playing 21 questions.
"Biggest pet peeve? Easy. Giving one percent to the environment." Kie tells them
"What's wrong with that?" Pope asks
"We only have one Earth, Pope." She reminds, "We should be giving it 100% bare minimum."
"Right. That's not fiscally sound." He says
"Neither is destroying the planet we have to live on." She argues
Y/n suddenly sits up straight, alerting the others, "Shit, cops are here."
They quietly move off of the boat.
"Call them." Pope commands
"We can't. The towers are down." Kie replies
"If I lose my merit scholarship, I'm gonna kill someone." He complains
They hide behind the fallen motel sign, watching the officers.
"Maybe they're not going up." He suggests
"He's pointing. He's pointing." Kie says
"They're going up." Y/n whispers
Back upstairs John B is still trying to get into the safe.
"Punching shit at random. That will... definitely work." JJ nags
John B walks over to the papers, "Wait a second. Here." He picks up the note.
"I don't know." JJ mutters looking at the map, "I don't know about the second one. These coordinates, they... Wait. My cousin said you could catch swordfish here."
John B ignores him, going back to the safe and putting in the numbers he reads off the paper. It's the code, he opens it to find stacks of cash and a gun.
He picks up a stack, "Uh... JJ? You're gonna want to see this."
The officers make their way up the stairs and the friends run to the side of the building.
"Okay, do something. Do something." Kie orders
Pope picks up a rock and confidently tells them, "Stand back."
Kie and Y/n move to the side, "Okay. You got it."
He tosses the rock and it probably goes ten feet in air before falling in front of them.
"Didn't you ever play baseball?" Kie asks, "Dude!"
Y/n stifles a laugh and picks up some rocks.
Pope sighs, "I was on the math team."
JJ snags the gun from the safe, "Dude, dude, dude. This is a SIG Sauer."
"Put the gun back, JJ!" John B orders trying to take it from him.
He jumps back, "This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just... Bam! Bam!"
John B puts his foot down, "We are not stealing anything.
"A mathlete?" Kie huffs, "Wait, Y/n weren't you on the softball team?"
Y/n steps back ready to throw a rock, "Already on it, K."
Throwing the rock straight at the window.
JJ turns and poses, "Just take a pic of me. Right here."
"You want me to take a picture of you?" John B questions, "Make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what you're talking about?"
They hear a tap from the window, "Wait, what was that?"
John B sticks his head under the blinds and sees the three friends mouthing cops and pointing to the door. He quickly moves to the other window and peaks through, they're right there.
The cops knock on the door and the boys quietly freak out, picking up their belongings and trying to make it look like they were never there.
"Kildare County Sheriff's Department!" The man voices
The three others race back to the boat, "Should we peel?"
"You never leave a Pogue behind." Pope answers
The cop unlocks the door and the room seems to be empty.
"No seriously, should we peel?" Kie repeats
Y/n shrugs, "Maybe."
One cop closes the door and the other checks the bathroom.
She pulls back the shower curtain and finds nothing, "Clear."
The two boys stand on the ledge outside of the window.
Pope whispers, "What are you guys doing?"
"Oh, my god." Kie says
The cop opens the safe, "I said it. Didn't I say it?"
John B watches as they go through the items.
The male cop pulls out a stack of cash, "Everybody's gotta dip their beak."
"What the fuck." JJ whispers as the Female cop takes the cash.
JJ moves his hand to his side and something falls from his pocket, it goes crashing to the ground, hitting everything it can.
The man walks to the window opening the blinds, the boys stick closer to the wall and the others try their best to act natural.
He pulls back from the window, "All right, let's go. No one's here."
Back on the water, they go over the prior events.
"Well that was fun." JJ chuckles, "Could have warned us sooner."
"We would have, except pope was on the math team." Kie admits
"You were on the math team?" John B questions
"The cops took everything like it was a crime scene." Pope says changing to subject, "Did you find anything?"
JJ sits up and pulls out a stack of cash and a gun, "Did we find anything? No, I don't think so. Oh, yeah, we did."
"What the hell?" Pope gasps
Y/n looks at him like he's gone mad, "What the fuck, dude?"
"Dude, what?" Kie marvels
JJ walks over to Pope, "Dude, chill. Come on."
"Why would you take that from a crime scene?" Pope asks
"Better than the cops having it." He argues
"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship." He worries
JJ puts his arm around him, "Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. At least you have us, right?"
"He's definitely running on two braincells." Y/n whispers to Kie.
In return she gets a knowing look of agreement.
Pope pulls away, "I'm living a nightmare."
The medical examiner's take a dead body from a docked boat.
"So what happened?" A cop asks a man
"Well, I was up at the Mason outlet, and, uh, I seen this lump, and the crabs was just goin' to town on it, you know? So, I figured the best thing to do was, uh... throw him over in the ice chest and call y'all. I never saw anything like that before." The man answers
They wheel him through the port and Lana comes rushing over, "Scooter? Scooter? Oh, god!"
She cries looking down at his lifeless body.
"Who's that?" John B asks
"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm." A girl answers, "Check out this pic I got. Dead body."
She pushes her phone towards the group.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ questions
"Somehow, that dirty bag copped a brand new Grady white. Everyone's out looking for it." She informs
They all share a look, knowing exactly where it lays.
Pope runs into the back porch of the Château, "Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."
JJ stops flicking his lighter around, "Actually, Popes right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."
"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie chimes
"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." He argues
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." She says
"Yeah, she just lost her husband. She probably needs it more than any of us." Y/n comments
"It's also bad Karma." Kie adds
"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too." Pope says, "We gotta go dark."
"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ replies
John B taps his shoulder, "I don't agree."
"What? Why?" He wonders
"Just think about it." He tells him, "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Right? Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-a-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady white? Just sayin'."
They all move out to the deck.
John B continues on with his rant, "All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady white?"
Pope inhales sharply, "Prostitution."
"Square groupers, bro." He replies, "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?"
"They were straight smugglin'." He answers
"Smugglin'." He repeats, "And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in the wreck."
Ditching the fishing seen they pile into John bs room.
"For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it..." he pauses, "It probably belongs to someone else."
"Minor details." Kie chimes
Pope waves around the cash, "They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."
JJ snatches the money, "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time."
"I don't think that's true." Y/n comments
JJ gently slaps her face with the money, "I beg to differ. Look, all we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of the wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal."
Pope sighs, "Right. And how exactly do we do that?"
"Kegger?" Kie suggests
Climbing over fallen trees, they find the perfect spot. They mess around with the kegger and the hose, splashing their faces while trying to spray it into their mouths.
Calming down, they fill the plastic solo cup. All of them drinking besides Pope, y/n settles for just one, not wanting Pope to feel like the only sober one.
Soon their little get together grows into a group.
“All right. You can’t understand the Outer-Banks without understanding the boneyard. It’s kinda like a three layer burrito. There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts, from the cut. Then, there are the kooks, the rich second homers. They’re mostly from pouncey ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.”
The teens disperse, talking to anyone that would hold a conversation. Pope being the one to struggle in this atmosphere.
A boy yells up to a girl on a broken tower, “Sarah! Sarah, be careful, okay?”
The sight of Sarah ruins Kie’s mood, “What is she doing here?”
John B follows her gaze.
“That’s Sarah Cameron, kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. I work on her dad’s boats, so, you know, I’ve seen her around.”
Kie can’t bother to look at her any longer and walks away, John B on the other hand keeps watching.
The boy continues to yell at her, “What are you doing?”
“Then that’s Topper, her not so pleasant boyfriend. Topper actually thinks Pogues were bred to mow lawns.”
He watches as he helps her down, her giggles can be heard over the music.
A man walks through a set of door, the chime alerts a worker, “Sorry, museum’s closed.”
“Yeah, sure, chief. I’ll only be just a minute.” He tells him walking further in the museum.
He stops in front a small replica of the Royal Merchant. He slides a picture out of an envelope and compares it to the ship.
“The Royal Merchant sunk in the great storm of 1829 with 400 million dollars of British government gold on board.” The worker informs, “The dream of generations of islanders. Lovely work, don’t you think?”
He hums, “mm-hm. Yeah. Lovely.”
Night falls and the bonfires light up the beach.
JJ offers John B a drink, “You want this one?”
“For me? Yeah, I’ll take a sip.” He replies
Just then Sarah and Topper pass by them.
JJ gets a bright idea, “Hey, Sarah! Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?”
She stops with Topper by her side, “No thanks.”
“Come on? Is it not fancy enough for you?” He asks
“No. We were just leaving.” She answers
Topper is already fed up with him, “Hey, you know what? I’ll take it. I’ll- Thank you, man. I appreciate it.”
JJ pulls back the cup, “That’s nice, but I didn’t ask you. Now if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn’t.”
“Oh, pretty please.” He says, “Pretty please?”
JJ holds the cup out to Sarah, “You have it.”
Topper smacks the cup, “She doesn’t want it, you-“
JJ wastes no time trying to get at him, John B and Sarah pulling them apart.
“You’re so funny, man.” JJ spits
“Dirty Pogues!” He yells back
John B didn’t like what Topper had to say and shoved him. Everyone’s eyes are now on the bickering bunch.
Pope, Kie, and Y/n are quick to their friends side.
“John b!” Pope shouts, “We’re supposed to be incognito, remember?”
Sarah tries to stop Topper, “Babe, babe, babe, babe-“
The sound of Toppers solid right hook on John Bs face fills the night. The crowd of spectators ‘ooh’ watching John B hit the floor.
Topper kicks him into shoreline, “Hey, John B, don’t make me drown you like your old man, all right?”
The crowd chants, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”
The now soaked John B stands up and tackles him into the water.
“Give it to him!” JJ encourages
“John B, let it go!” Pope pleads
“Stop, you guys!” Kie shouts
John B gets the upper hand and nails punches into his side.
“Topper! Stop!” Sarah begs
“John B! Come on!” Y/n exclaims
They push apart a circle each other, John B decks Topper in the face. He eggs him on, he’s been waiting for this moment.
They wrestle a little more, John B drops him into the water, “Come on, Topper! Let’s go!”
A few more sloppy swings and John B is back in the water with Topper on top of him.
He’s drowning him.
Sarah is quick to notice, “Topper! Topper, stop! No!”
Y/n looks at Pope and JJ, “Do something! He’s drowning him.”
Next thing they know, the cocking of a gun clicks above Toppers head, he freezes. John B gasping for air under him.
JJ presses it down on him, “Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski.”
The other party goers run off on the sight in the gun.
“JJ!” Kie and Y/n yell
“Chill!” Pope urges him
“Stop! JJ!” Sarah screams, “Put the gun down.”
He keeps the gun to his head, “Did you say somethin’, princess?”
“We’re good. We’re good.” Topper tells him, “All right? Come on.”
“Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah shouts
That comment does not fall onto deaf ears, if anything it sets JJ off.
He lets go of Topper and makes his way back up the sand.
“Okay, everyone, listen up!” He screams, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”
He raises the gun to the sky and fires off two shots.
Pope shoves him, “Are you crazy? You idiot! Why would you do that?”
“It’s not worth it!” Kie shouts
JJ pushes Pope back, “I’m saving his life, okay?”
Pope throws his hands around, “Stupid! You’re jeopardizing everything!”
Y/n is the only one by John Bs side trying to keep him up but his body becomes dead weight, “Holy shit! Guys!”
“There’s something about my father I haven’t mentioned. The week before he went missing, he says to me, ‘Bird, I think I found something. Your Uncle T’s gonna come stay for a while. I might have to vanish for a bit.’ So, he talks about vanishing, and he vanishes. Everyone says he was lost a sea but he’s still out there. I know it.”
John B jerks awake in his bed and footsteps are heading his way.
In walks the sheriff, “Get decent, sweetie. We need to talk.”
She leaves his room and waits by the back door, “Sorry to break in like this, but DCS called. They wanted me to check on you. See how you’re doing. So, how are you, besides the-“
“Oh, no, I’m- I’m great.” He says, “Yeah, fantastic. Uh… Thanks for comin’ by.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me.” She tells him, “Let me see if I can remember. Oh, yeah. One of the things I heard was that your Uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn’t been in the state for three months.”
He looks up from what he’s cleaning, “Yeah, that’s false.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s true. I called the school.” She argues, “They said you used to be a good student, but now you’re failing all your classes.”
“No. No. I’m only failing one, and it’s history.” He corrects, “The dudes a dick. He’s out for me-“
She cuts him off, “I heard, there was a fight in the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved.”
He pats her shoulder, “Okay. Gun? No. Did I get in a dustup? Yes, but was there a gun? No. No way.”
“That’s okay. I know who it was. I’ll get to him.” She replies, “All I’m worried about right now is makin’ sure you’re in a safe home.”
He scoffs, “Yeah, super safe. Super sound, sturdy. You know what I mean? And Uncle T’s coming, so…”
“That what he told you?” She asks, “Well if he’s really coming home I think you should be allowed to stay.”
He sweeps off the table, “Thank you.”
“But if I stick my neck out for you, you have to help me. Tit for tat.” She says
This peaks his interest, “What is tat?”
She walks up to him, “Let me see, how can you help me? Oh, I know. So, a body was found in the March yesterday. Were you in the marsh yesterday?”
“Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.” He answers
“You catch anything?” She asks
“Nah, we were skunked.” He claims
“Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday?” She questions
He’s quick to answer, “No.”
She sighs, “You’re skimmin’ just above the surface, John B. Now, down here is foster care, juvie. Pretty big drop for a smart kid like you. Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks… or foster care on the main land. If I was you, I’d start flappin’ my wings. Now, you sure you didn’t come across a wreck yesterday?”
He sits down and shakes his head, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”
She leans down to him, “It’s better if you didn’t, you understand? Now, I’m gonna look the other way, as long as you stay out of the marsh.”
She goes to leave out the back, “I got dogs livin’ better than this, John B. You might wanna think about cleaning up.”
The group sits in silence in his backyard.
“Look, I’m calling it off. All right?” He announces, “Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she’ll help me with DCS.”
“And you believed her?” JJ asks
“Yes, I believe her, JJ.” He answers
“An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop.” He says
“All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, and she’ll help my out.” He explains, “It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun.”
“You know what I should have done? Just let Topper drown your ass.” He fums
“Topper was gonna drown me?” He questions
“Sure looked like it.” He tells him, “I mean have you looked in a mirror, recently?”
He eggs him on, “Tell me some more. Come on.”
“They always win, don’t they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win!” He explains
“Look, it’s okay!” Kie chimes
“No, it’s not okay!” He whines, “It is not! They don’t want us to go down into the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there, and you know it.”
“And it’s totally not because of Scooters dead body washing up or the fact that they can’t find his boat.” Y/n comments
He scoffs and looks at Pope, “I understand why you don’t wanna go. You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk.”
He looks at Kie and Y/n, “And you two- I mean you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?”
He turns back to John B, “But you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don’t, all right? And I know it didn’t use to be that way for you.”
“I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about it.” John B mumbles
“So that’s it?” He asks
He pushes JJ out his way, “Just get out my way, bro.”
“John B, listen to me. I have a plan.” He voices, “You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right? There’s scuba gear inside. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what’s going to save you, man. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?”
“You know, I should have learned a long time ago to never listen to JJ. He’s full of bad ideas like stealing from my rich boss. But this time, he was right. I had nothing to lose. My dad said the island was America on steroids. The haves and have nots like anyplace, but magnified and multiplied. The way I see it, they games rigged. Maybe it always has been. With no parents, no money… and no one looking out for me, I got no chance. Unless I make it on my own.”
John B is quick to grab the scuba gear, loading it into a bag. He goes to slip out and runs into Sarah.
“Oh! Hey.” She greets, “Are you stalking us? Plotting your revenge?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you just tell your daddy I blew the bilge on Druthers? Everything is good to go. Just toppin’ off these tanks.” He tells her loading up his boat.
“Hey. Are you okay?” She asks, “Cause that eye of yours looks really gnarly.”
He slides into his boat, “Yeah, you know what? You can tell Topper he won the first round. I’ll get him next time.”
“So there’s just gonna be a reign of terror on this island now?” She questions
He unhooks his boat, “You know, wars have been started for less, Sarah Cameron.”
“Okay. Can we drop the whole Pogues versus Kooks thing? It is really stupid.” She confesses
He sighs, “Oh… You know, it’s easy to say when you’re a Kook.”
Her salute to him turns into the bird, he steers off to the Château.
A deputy speaks through a megaphone, “Are y’all ready for a water party today? All right. Now, all kiddin’ aside, your job is to keep privates off the marsh so we can do our job and find this wreck. That’s straight from Sheriff Peterkin. Do not forget your sunscreen, ladies. Bring a lot of liquids.”
“Does that include Natty Light?” A woman shouts
“I don’t care what swill you bring. That’s on your own recognizance.” He answers, “All right? What else do you got to worry about? Let’s go!”
Two men approach the deputy, “Excuse me, officer? We’re here about the missing boat.”
He shakes their hands, “What can I do for you fellas?”
“Associates of the owner.” They inform, “Here to help however we can. We’re devastated about Scooter. We just feel sick about it. You mind if we join your armada? Take a look for ourselves?”
“Yeah, why not? Extra set of eyes.” He replies
The two men hop in a boat, “We’ll let you know if we find anything, officer.”
It’s peak golden hour as the friends go along with JJs plan.
Kie checks the gear, “These are empty. You took empty tanks?”
She checks the other, “Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us.”
“Love it when a plan comes together.” Pope chides
“Does anyone know how to dive?” She asks, “Anybody?”
They all stay quiet.
“It’s kind of a Kook sport.” JJ comments
“I… read about it.” Pope says
“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.” She nags
Y/n rubs her face, “No one’s gonna die.”
“Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe.” JJ states, “How hard could it be?”
“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope informs
JJ bends over, “Bends like, bend over and…”
“The bends kill you.” He clarifies
“Look, if none of you want to go, I’ll go.” Y/n offers
John B waves his hand at her, “No, no. I can- I can dive.”
JJ doesn’t even try to stop him, “You can dive. I’m cool with that.”
“Since when can you dive?” Kie asks
“I’ll do it. It’s fine.” He assures
Pope sits up straight, “Let me do some calculations real quick. That boats about 30 feet down. So it’ll take 25 minutes at that depth. Which means you need to make your safety stop at about… ten feet. All right? For two minutes.”
“Yeah, yeah. Ten feet, two minutes. Got it.” He says
Kie strips off her shirt and jumps into the water, everyone shares a look of confusion. Wondering, why on earth she decided to jump in the water.
“What was that all about?” Pope asks
“I don’t know, but I liked it. A lot.” JJ answers
“Of course you did.” Y/n comments walking over to where she just jumped.
“I mean if you want, you could do the same thing.” He replies
She looks down at the water for her, “Keep dreaming, Maybank.”
“I will.” He mutters and then clears his throat, “Uh, so… Yeah. Uh, when you- when you’re done there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”
“Stick in, twist, pull.” John b repeat to him
Kie comes back to the surface and brushes the hair from her face, “Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.”
Pope helps him gear up, “Keep an eye on this. You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.”
“Okay, how much do I need?” He asks
“Unclear. Breathe as little as possible.” He tells him
“Zen. Think Zen, you know?” JJ chimes
“Hey, if we get caught in the marsh, we’re basically screwed, so… better get a move on.” Pope worries
Kie is quick to get back on the boat, she makes her way to John B. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Diver down.” He says
“Diver down.” She replies
Pope and JJ share a look and Y/n has a smug look on her face, honestly quite impressed that she made a move.
He jumps into the water, giving them a salute before diving down. Making his way to the sunken boat.
A police siren chirps at them on the boat.
“Shit.” Pope curses
“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ points out
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” He mumbles
“Just act normal.” Y/n tells them sitting next Kie.
“Evening officers.” Pope greets
They pull they boat up right next to them, “Evening.”
They tie the two boat together unaware of what’s happening beneath them.
The cop lowers his glasses, “What are you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?”
He receives a series of no’s.
“Why is it closed?” Pope asks
“Well, we’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down.” He explains, “Seen anything?”
He once again gets a bunch on no’s.
“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” He asks
“He’s working.” Kie answers
The deputy hums and steps onto the boat, “I’m gonna check your little boat out.”
Y/n puts on her sunglasses, “Be our guest.”
Pope backs up, “Yeah, hop aboard. You wanna- check- uh, check her out.”
John B stops at Kie’s tied t-shirt, looking up he can see that his friends are no longer alone, and he only has a minute of air left.
The deputy picks up a life jacket, “Uh… you got another one of these?”
“Yeah. Of course. It’s, uh… it’s in the hold.” JJ says
Kie and Y/n stand up, “Show ‘em.”
JJ opens the hold and pulls one out.
He nods, “All right.”
He then walks to the edge of the boat.
“Be careful you don’t wanna slip.” Pope warns
Putting on his glasses, he looks into the water but sees nothing, “All right. Beautiful day innit?”
He walks back and climbs into his boat, untying it from theirs, “Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”
Y/n gives him a half assed salute, “Yes sir.”
“Will do.” Pope replies
“We’ll be gone soon sir.” JJ assures
He starts up his boat, “Yes, you will.”
The two officers drive off and the teens are quick to the side of the boat.
“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope states
John Bs head pokes through the water, they all let out a sigh of relief.
“How’d it go down there?” JJ asks “Did you find anything?”
John B pants, “Did I find anything?”
He tosses up a drenched bag.
“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” He cheers
“You okay?” Kie worries
“Yeah, I ran out of air.” He answers
“You scared the shit out of me.” She complains as he climbs back in.
“Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh… took care of ‘em.” Pope says
“Yeah, you kinda missed the show brother.” JJ claims
“Yo, guys? We got a bogey at two o’clock.” Y/n alerts
They all turn their heads and sure enough there was a boat coming their way.
“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope wonders
“Never seen it.” She answers
“What are they doing back there?” Kie asks, “The marsh is closed.”
“I don’t know. Let’s not stick around and find out.” JJ voices
John B strips off the gear, “JJ, get the bowline.”
“Should we wait on ‘em?” Pope asks
“No, we’re not gonna wait on them.” Y/n answers
“Go get the stern. Go!” John B orders
Kie looks at Pope, “Are you joking?”
“Guys, don’t wait for me. Go.” JJ urges
They slowly start to move.
“I don’t like the look of this.” John B admits
“Are they coming for us?” JJ questions
“Maybe they’re fishing.” Pope suggests
John B steers them into the marsh, the other boat not far behind.
“Hey, guys, they’re following us.” Kie voices
“Dude you gotta go faster!” JJ exclaims, “Gun it!”
A gun fires and misses the teens by mere inches.
“Get down!” Y/n shouts making them all hit the floor.
Another shot flies by.
“Oh, my god. We’re gonna die.” Pope cries
Kie gets up, “Shit, Pope, move.”
She starts to grab the fishing gear, unaware of the rifle being aimed at her. It only misses her by a couple inches.
“Get down, Kie!” John B commands
She tosses out the net and their chasers run right into it. It’s wraps around their motor, leaving them stuck.
They all stand back up.
“Holy shit, Kie.” Y/n marvels giving her a high five.
They all hoot and holler, glad that they are all alive.
Making it back to the Château’s dock they drop the bag, unable to keep waiting.
“What do you think it is?” Kie asks
“Gotta be money, seeing how bad those fuckers wanted it.” Y/n answers
“That or a couple of keys with street value to the low to mid mils.” JJ smiles
“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope loudly pleads
John B looks up at him, “Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.”
“Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag. We almost died over this.” He complains
John B opens the bag to reveal a capsule of some sort. Twisting off the top he dumps the contents into his hand.
It’s a compass.
“Oh, wow. Yep. That’s about right.” Pope nags, “Good job, everybody. We found a compass.”
JJ notices that John B has yet to move, “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything?”
“This was my father’s.” He replies
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