chapter 3:
"that's a grady white!"
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"You guys think theres a dead body down there?" Pope asked, overly scared.
"Don't be dumb Pope!" Iris laughed.
"Get your ass in here!" JJ shouted at the sweet, nervous boy.
Iris swam to the boat with the group, after taking in the scene, bubbles coming out her mouth due to laughing at JJ furiously tapping her in excitement.
Once she had seen enough, she pushed off the boat with her feet to elevate her to the surface, shortly after, everyone followed.
Everyone looks at each other and laughs, "Did you guys see that?!" Iris gasped.
"Yeah, I did!" John B laughed in shock.
"That's a Grady White!" JJ smiled. "A new one of those is is like 500 G's, easy, that's a primo rig!"
Iris grinned at the boys knowledge on boats.
"Yeah! That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!" John B realised, "Maybe it hit a jetty or something?"
"You surfed the surge?!" Kiara asked in disappointment.
"Without me?" Iris frowned, earning a glare from Kie.
JJ laughed, "That's my boy! Pogue style!"
"Wait wait, do we know whose boat that is?" Iris asked, trying to get some information.
"No," John B smirked mischievously, "but we're about to find out."
Smiling softly at Iris slipping on one of his fishing shirts he kept on the boat, JJ, quickly came back to reality, "Dude, it's too deep!"
Iris scoffed, walking over to JJ, "JB, if J thinks it's a bad idea, then you probably shouldn't do it." JJ smiled and ruffled up Iris' hair, making her screw up her nose at him.
"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ!" John B laughs.
"Well, I'm not resurrecting you, I'm just making that clear up front." JJ said.
John B mused, not expecting him to know any CPR, "That's fine."
Iris, Kie and Pope all gave each other exasperated looks.
"John B" Kiara spoke out, warningly.
"Yeah?"
Pope cut across them, "diver down, fool." Grinning wildly.
"Yeah he is!" JJ shouted, stupidly pushing John B into the marsh.
Iris sat down, letting out an 'oof' as JJ sat, unexpectedly onto her lap, she giggled, then rested her face onto his shoulder blade, and patted his tummy rhythmically.
His relationship with his father meant JJ wasn't a very touchy-feely person, except with Iris, if he wasn't holding her hand, or slinging an arm around her shoulder, whatever it may be, he would lose it.
After an unnerving amount of time without John B, Pope spoke up, "Should we go get him?"
Just as the words left his mouth, John B surfaced, "Oh my God, that took forever!" Kie gasped.
Iris peered over JJ's shoulder, as he sat up and sighed in relief, "John Booker Routledge, you are giving me grey hairs!"
"Sorry Iris," John B laughed.
"Any dead bodies?" Pope asked.
"Looting potential?" JJ added.
"No and no." John B climbed onto the boat, "I found this motel key." He held up the silver key.
"A key." Pope deadpanned.
"Yes, a key Pope." John B mimicked.
"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard." Kie said, wisely.
"Yeah," Iris agreed, "maybe we'll get a finders fee!"
"And not have to work all summer!" JJ wished, placing his hands on Iris' shoulders as she sat in between his legs, "Thanks Agatha, ya batch."
