𝗠𝘆 𝗘𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 ⇉ 𝗝𝗝 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

So Do I

THE HMS Pogue slices through the tranquil waters, carrying its crew of five towards a destiny veiled in mystery. Ariella, her heart resonating with the gentle rhythm of the waves, stood shoulder to shoulder with JJ.

The salty breeze tousles her hair as she leans into his warmth. JJ steers the boat with a practiced ease, his rugged handsomeness accentuated by the rising sun.

But his grip tightens around Ariella's hand, a silent testament to the bond that had deepened amidst their shared adventures.

Up in the bow, John B, Pope, and Kie form a huddle of hushed anticipation.

The weight of their quest hung heavy in the air, their voices a low murmur against the backdrop of the boat's steady hum.

John B, his brow furrow with determination, occasionally glances back at JJ, a silent acknowledgment of their shared leadership.

Pope, usually lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts, fidgeted with nervous energy, his eyes darting between the horizon and the intricate maps spread before him.

Kie, ever the pragmatist, offers words of encouragement, her voice laced with a steely resolve.

"Alright, JJ! Pin it here!" John B's voice, amplified by the stillness of the morning, cut through the air.

His words were a call to action, a signal that their long-awaited moment had finally arrived.

"Roger that, Captain!" JJ's reply was a playful salute, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a reluctant sigh, he releases Ariella's hand, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

He expertly maneuvers the boat to a precise stop, the engine's hum fading into a soft purr. "X marks the spot."

John B leans over the edge, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched the drone.

The fate of their mission rests on this delicate piece of technology, a modern marvel that would guide them into the depths of the unknown.

He held it just above the water's surface, the morning sun glinting off its sleek exterior.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen." He announces, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Time to go full Kook."

With a gentle push, he releases the drone into the water, the surface tension breaking with a soft ripple.

The trio of John B, Pope, and Kie huddle around the monitor, their eyes glued to the flickering images transmitted from the drone's camera.

The underwater world slowly came into view, a mesmerizing tapestry of coral reefs, swaying seaweed, and darting schools of fish.

Ariella, her fingers dancing along the tether, measured the drone's descent with practiced precision.

"Alright, JJ, we're right over it." John B instructs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ten seconds northwest."

"Got it!" JJ echoes back, his eyes scanning the horizon, his hands steady on the controls. "Ten seconds northwest it is."

"One hundred feet." Ariella announces, her voice clear and confident.

She points to a small piece of red tape affixed to the tether, a marker that signified the critical depth.

Suddenly, Pope recoils as if struck by an invisible force, his eyes widening in disbelief.

A colossal squid, its tentacles writhing like a nest of serpents, darts across the camera feed, its massive eyes gleaming in the dim light.