𝗣𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 {ʀᴀғᴇ ᴄ.}

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8

Pᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

"ᴊᴊ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏɪɴɢ"
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once the group arrived back at the chateau elliott instantly threw herself on the couch, tired from the day that the pogues have had, JJ made his way to the kitchen, the whole ride home he complained about being hungry

kiara and John B made their way to the table while pope went to watch JJ, making sure he wasn't making a mess

"that bread had mold on it three days ago" pope told the blonde boy, who looked his direction before facing the bread again

"i'll just pull off the bad parts" JJ shrugged, continuing to spread the peanut butter on

"plus, mold is good for you. it's just a natural organism" He added, pope rolling his eyes as he watched John B, Elliott now had placed herself in one of the chairs that lined the table

"hot damn! let's do it" JJ trotted over to the group, looking over his sisters shoulder

"if you spit that shit out on my head i swear you will never see the light of day again" she looked up him as he was about to put the bread in his mouth, stopping in fear

the boy instantly gagged at the taste of the mold, running to the kitchen to spit it out, "gross Jay" elliott shivered, quieting down as John B opened the paper, revealing a map of the island

"holy shit" John B huffed, "oh. X marks the spot" pope pointed out

"longitude, latitude" the boy pointed around, everyone a bit interested in what he was doing

"wait there's something else in there" He stopped, grabbing whatever else was in the package

"the hell is that" elliott asked, JJ agreeing with her, "it's a tape recorder" kiara told the siblings, making them nod as if they knew what that was

John B sighed and pressed the play button, instantly becoming tense at the sound of his dads voice, elliott had now leaned onto the table rather then the back of the chair, engaged in what the man was saying

dear bird, "who's bird" JJ interrupted, "that's what my dad called me" John b answered, elliott feeling terrible for the boy, she didn't dare want to know what he was feeling

i hate to say "i told you so" but i told you so. and you doubted your old man. i suspect at this moment, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over out last fight, but don't kill yourself just yet kid.

Elliott looked at everyone, especially focusing on John B who had began to tear up over the sound of his fathers voice

i didn't expect to find the merchant either.

John B looked up at everyone, all their eyes wide at that last sentance, his father had found the merchant, the ship that sunk over 100 years ago, filled with over 400 million dollars in gold

you were probably right to call me out, weren't exactly the father of the decade. what can i say kid? i could smell the barn. and hopefully, we're listenin' to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in costa rica livin off passive investments and pulling on permits