❝ You know, I have the feeling I'm gonna marry you someday, Oak.❞
- What would you do if you found out murder ran through your own blood?
And that, that blood was going to be the reason for the island's biggest case in the history of its existenc...
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THE WATER FEELS COOLLY PLEASANT when Oakley, John B, and Kie jump into it. The Pogues have already installed the drone at the dock of the Château, just trying it out and making sure it works before they get it out to the high seas.
The camera works brilliantly as it displays the image of a very stupid-looking John B dabbing his finger at the lens and then sliding it across his teeth, his face eerily close to the camera.
"What's this right here—?" JJ asks curiously, going to touch something before Pope slaps his hand away.
"Don't touch that! I'm trying to work out this thing,"
Oakley pops her head out of the water, sliding her hands down her hair as she looks at the two boys on the dock.
"How's it looking?" She asks loudly, feet dancing under the water to keep her upright.
"I keep looking at John B's stupid face," JJ replies slowly and Oakley laughs.
"So it works," she concludes and dives into the water.
She swims down next to the other two and floats right before the camera. She sticks up a peace sign and then her tongue before doing a small somersault and waving.
"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man," JJ says to the boy that mans the device.
"Enjoying the view now?" Pope teases, a smirk on his face as JJ slaps his shoulder and looks at the water when Kie pops her head out.
"What would we do without you to control the drones?" JJ tells Pope as he walks towards the edge of the dock, looking for Oakley.
"Technically it's not a drone, it's an ROV—"
"Shut up. Shut up. It's too early to do that right now. Anyways, where's Oak?" JJ returns his attention to the water.
As if on cue, a little head of blondish brunette hair pops out of the water as a familiar set of blue eyes squint up and watch him with their infamous curiosity. Her cheeks burn a bitter red, freckles pool on the middle of her nose, and a small line between the tip and the bridge forms from her peeled skin.
"Hey, look, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town— Oakley's father—" John B gestures a hand out to Oakley and raises his eyebrows nearly triumphantly, "—and file a formal claim,"
Oakley scoffs out a bitter laugh, "That's hilarious JB. See, my father would rather go poor than help one of my Pogue friends. No offense, John B,"
"Yeah. But hey, he doesn't have to do it for us. Maybe he can do it for Kie? We can make something up—"
"It's such bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ complains as Oakley climbs up the stairs to the dock.
