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BEFORE
"You found it?"
Big John pursed his lips, which allowed for Ward Cameron and Richard Martin to share a look - one that held envy, annoyance, yet a glimmer of hope. "I might have." Big John admitted. "But look-"
The events that unfolded that day were out of everyone's hands - slipping through their fingertips before they had a change to grab on. Big John, John B Routlege's father, had been working for the past twelve years, on his own, researching and coming to the conclusion as to where the gold was.
He didn't want to share that with anyone - especially Ward Cameron and Richard Martin.
The two, greater for their own good, began the yelling. Then hands on. It was like their children in a brawl, though grown adults throwing fists over what truly belonged to Big John - and it was then Ward Cameron had shoved him harder than desired, blood dripping from the stray ends of the elder mans hair.
Big John never gave up his findings - not even on his last breath, before Ward Cameron and Richard Martin dumped him overboard, not a second thought lingering though their crazed - hungry brains.
The two swore to never talk about it - ever. It was to remain between the two, something that once happened was a mystery to all, until those on the island started lurking, and Scooter Grubs wound up dead.
Both held a guilty conscious. Much like their children.
PRESENT DAY
"Rafe?"
Wheezie Cameron and Ophelia Martin walked hand in hand through the balcony doors, the brunette haired boy quick to slip the glass bong in between his legs, and off of the glass centre table, right in Wheezie's line of sight.
"I'm sorry." Rafe coughed, earning a small smile from Ophelia, where as Wheezie just laughed, dropping Ophelia's hand and sliding off her backpack. "Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anybody."
Rafe, slicking back his hair and releasing the mouthful of smoke he held in, let his eyes fall over to Ophelia, her lips curled upwards as he motioned her forwards, one hand grabbing a hold of her backside, the other wrapping around her neck, pulling her down for a short, yet passionate, kiss.
"Did you want something, or?" Ophelia rolled her eyes as she backed away, her eyes trailing over to Wheezie, who peered over the balcony in pure bliss. "Did you just legitimately offer me drugs?" Ophelia chuckled, shaking her head as she looked down towards the eldest Cameron.
