A Can of Coke

Pilot part 2

Everyone dived deep to try and see the boat up close in all its sunken glory. We stayed down observing for as long as our breath would allow. I swam back up first, gasping for air as my eyes widened at a realization.

"That's a Grady White. Primo rig!"JJ marveled after everyone else resurfaced.

My mind stayed frozen as we all got back onto the boat.

"Is something wrong, Crick?" JJ nudged my shoulder, causing John B to glare at him.

"I-I saw that boat yesterday when Pope and John B were surfing the surge! I even took a video of it! It must have hit the jetty!"

"You surfed the surge?" Kie turned to Pope and John B, giving them a disapproving frown.

"Fucking A. Pogues style." JJ clapped hands with John B and Pope like bros do and they all smiled like they won some idiot prize.

"What the fuck?" Kiara said, not matching the boy's camaraderie.

"Do you know whose boat it is?" Pope asked.

"No... But I think I can get inside." I responded, curiosity bubbling throughout me.

"No way." John B immediately retorted.

"It's too deep." Kie agreed.

I don't know why, but before I could process anymore of their down-talking, I raced toward the anchor, grabbed it, and jumped--quickly beginning my thoughtless descent.

They were probably right, I shouldn't have been doing this.

But I was tired of feeling trapped. I wanted to live life as my mom did when she was a kid, and I thought I was doing that... but as the same days continue on with the same babying the more and more I felt suffocated. She looked so free and wild in all of those pictures and I wanted to replicate that.

"Crickett! What're you doing!?" John B yelled down to me.

I somehow managed to still slightly hear what they were saying, even though I was quickly plunging under the water.

"Living life Pogue style. Isn't that what you always do?" JJ pointed, purposely being sharp with his words.

He ignored JJ's remark, and instead hissed:"No way you're resuscitating her. Just want to make that clear up front."

Their conversation had faded away the deeper and deeper I got. I let the anchor go in a slow motion explosion of brown muck, since I had now hit the bottom floor. I swum toward the sunken ship and tried put John B out of my mind. It hurt that he assumed I wouldn't make it back up, but what did I expect? He thought a paper cut would kill me.

As soon as I got to the door of the hold, I braced myself as I tugged and tugged for the door to burst open.

I sling-shotted myself back a bit once the door open and swam through the seemingly empty cabin. As I felt my lungs begin to burn for air, I frantically started opening all the cupboards looking for anything and everything. And on my last second of air I saw something glint in the corner of my eye, grabbed it, and made a break for the surface before I even realized what it was.

I panted as I finally broke through the water and took in many deep breaths-- my body trembled from holding my breath for so long.

"That took forever!" Kiara yelled with worry.

"You could've killed yourself!" John B shouted.

"But I didn't..." I thought to myself, feeling an adrenaline high and wanting more.