coast guard

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When they come out of the water, after what seems like forever, they all mumble to eachother.

Of course, leaving me out of conversation.

"Hoes! What did you find?" I yell at them. They often decided to leave my out of topics and conversations. I had decided years ago that I needed to start including myself, if they won't.

Pope and Jj laugh at me. "A boat. A Grady White. 500 Gs easy." Jj says.

"A Grady White?"

"Yeah. What about it?" Pope asks.

"John B? What was that boat we saw during Aggy?"

"A Grady White." He informs me.

"Wait. What?" Kiara says, confused. "You surfed the surge?"

Pope, John B, and I all rub the back of our necks. "No?" I lie.

"Hell yeah! Pogue style!" Jj yells in excitement.

Kiara scoffs and turns away from us.

"Do we know who's boat that is?" Pope asks.

"No." I inform him. "John B?"

"What are you doing?" Kiara interrupts me.

When John B doesn't reply to Kie, I know he has a bad idea in his head.

"It's too deep." Jj says to him, putting the peices together as John grabs the anchor.

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, Jj." John B laughs.

"Wow, Humpty Dumpty knows a rare word or two." I joke.

"Shut up." John B laughs.

"Okay, well I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front." Jj tells him.

"That's fine."

"John B." Kiara says, with a tone of anger in her voice.

Kie has never been my favorite person in the world. She's okay, I guess. She seems to use the words "No pouge on pogue macking." and "She/he's a kook." Way too often.

To be honest, I don't understand why Kie hangs out with us. I wouldn't be surprised if and when the kooks invite her to hangout, she follows them.

Maybe she just wants to hang out with John B. I think she has a little crush on him.

"What?" John B chuckles.

"Diver down fool." Pope salutes to the boy.

I laugh while Kie stands in place with that disgusted look she always has wiped on her face.

"Diver down." John B salutes back.

"Yeah, he is." Jj laughs as he pushes him into the water.

John B makes a loud grunt as he falls beneath the surface.

He stays under the water for a while.

"Should we go get him?" Pope says, impatiently.

"He's got it." I tell them, confidently.

I have more faith in John B than the other three combined.

When John B comes up from the dark water beneath us, we all smile.

"God! That took forever!" Kiara groans.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asks.

Pope is- how do I put this nicely? Weird. We love him but his obsession with dead bodies and other weird obscure artifacts is not only concerning, but also very odd.

"What is your deal with dead bodies, Pope?" I ask the boy.

Jj laughs at my comment while Pope rolls his eyes.

"Looting potential?" Jj suggests.

"No. No." John B scoffs.

"Then what is it, Humpty?" I joke.

I know John B already hates this nickname. That's why I use it.

"I found this motel key." He tells us.

"Great. A hotel key. It's not like we're going to break into a random hotel room right?" I say.

They all turn away from me. "Right?" I repeat.

"I think we should report the wreck to the coast guard." Kie says.

Another reason why Kie isn't my favorite member of the pogues. She doesn't understand. She doesn't get what we go through everyday. What the pogues go through.

Once again, she's a kook.

"Maybe we'll get a finders fee." She continues.

"Yeah, and not work all summer." Jj agrees. "Thanks, Agatha, ya batch."

Of course, the boys decide to listen to Kie.

When we arrive where the Coast Guard is stationed out for the day, we hear people talking about a dog.

A.. diabetic dog?
John B tries to interviene by calmly talking.

Jj and John B keep telling the guy, who isn't helping at all, about the boat. But he ignores them. I'm assuming he doesn't care and probably thinks we're just a few teens looking to cause trouble.

Jj, and John B look at eachother in a weird way.

"What?" I ask. "What?"

"Well that went well." Pope says sarcastically.

Jj leans on John B while he asks, "So what's the plan?"

"I think we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." John B tells us.

"Please tell me we aren't breaking into a fucking motel room." I say.

"Yeah, we don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone." Pope agrees.

Jj throws the keys at Kiara. "C'mon! I'll be lookout." She smiles.

Pope and I look at eachother. "Remind me, why are we friends with them?" I joke.

"I have no idea." He mumbles as we walk back towards our small boat.

a/n: this chapter makes absolutely no sense, sorry. i literally hate it.

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