Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Sneaking.

(A/N: Everyone saying that ending was a cliff hanger but naw it was just the scene end and he let her go💀)

JJ grunted as he worked on the windows. "Okay. So we raid the armoury, get weapons, roll back here and plot the next move." He handed a screw down to Pope. "It's on the third deck, aft, near the laundry room. Let's roll." He went to remove the window.
"JJ hold up. I don't think we should all go out there." Pope said. "It's too risky."
"Why?"
"I think you should stay here." John B told him.
"Why!?" He asked, upset.
"You're a loose cannon. I have Sarah, Pope has the cross-" John B started.
"Are we forgetting, I have Y/N!?" He shouted.
"You doing crazy things for her, and you might have to see her being, uh, closer to Rafe than you'd like..." He said awkwardly.
Pope seconded that, "Just stay back here. There is a 100% probability you'll do something stupid otherwise."
"The correct terminology is ballsy." JJ said grumpily as John B pulled him down off of a crate, leading to the window.
"Get off." He snapped, jumping down on his own. "I'm a field player!"
"If we go out there, and get in a bind. We need somebody to look out for us. That is what we need." John B told him. JJ started past him, amused. 
"Okay. I get it. I'll be on the B team." He chuckled.
John B sighed, "I never said B team."
Kie made a face, "I'm sorry are you calling me B team?"
JJ dismissed her, grinning "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Did B team not just find our way out or am I tripping." Kie pointed to the window she found.
John B sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Hang back. Hold down the fort." Pope said, stopping the argument.
"Looking forward to it." JJ said sarcastically.
Kie sighed, "I'll babysit."
"You guys have fun!" Continued JJ. "It's your funeral, your game. I'll be here. On the bench... chilling." He wandered off past some stacked crates towards the front of the container.
"Hey." Kie grabbed Pope and John B's shoulders, "...Don't get shot. That's all I got."
"Um... "Don't get shot"" John B quoted her.
"That's... disheartening and scary." Pope said.
"Positive affirmations Kie." Sighed John B, as he climbed up to the window.
"Yep. No problem." She replied, going to sit with JJ.
Pope and John B pulled the window from it's hatch, and laid it down gently as to not make too much noise.

John B looked around, checking for signs of people. "Okay, we're clear. Pope grab my feet." He slid through the window. "Pope grab my feet! My feet!" John B whispered in a panicked voice. Pope fumbled for his friend's ankles but missed. A loud thud followed.
"Oh shit." Pope said quietly.
John B managed to catch himself using his hands and some barrels at the window. Pope followed his lead. 
Some voices were heard in the near-distance.
"Oh shit." John B hissed, ducking behind the barrels. Pope did the same.
There were at least four people in front of them, they had to go backwards. 
They jogged around their container and down some steps, Pope was feeling impatient and made it known. Saying "Come on!" Every time John B faltered.
Kie replaced the window as quietly as she could, before going back to JJ. He looked annoyed. Kie sighed loudly, "It's just me and you."

The captain started pouring himself a drink. Looking pissed. "This is beginning to be a lot more that I signed up for." He said to Ward. "I need double, if you want my men to put themselves at risk like this."
"Look-- I'll pay you triple if you get us there safe." Ward snapped. "Are we done here?"
Sarah glared at them from outside the driving quarters. She had been sat there by the captain, monitored by his friends.
"The hell you got in my hull?" He asked Ward.
"It's nothing, I told you. It's an antique. A relic. Just a religiou-"
The captain cut him off, "Whatever the hell it is. It attracts a hell of attention. I don't like attention. My men are scared, they think it's cursed."
"It's junk from a church!" Ward shouted.
The captain pointed at Sarah, "You need to control your damn daughter too!"
Ward stood up straighter, "You need to not talk about my daughter."
"Relax." The captain held him back. "Out on shore I don't care what happens. On here, I don't want any trouble."
Ward lent in, "I'll take care of my daughter."
"Hmm."

John B and Pope ran through ropes, containers and pully systems on the deck. Ducking under pipes and jumping nets and various boxes. 
"Let's go." John B said as they crossed a corner, coming across some stairs that lead inside.
They perched around a door and slowly went in. John B lead the pair of them through another cream door, and further into the ship. "Watch my 6." He whispered.
"You're good." Pope replied after a quick glance. The door quickly became some ladder-like stairs, and they lowered themselves into a busy-sounding hallway. Quickly ducking around a corner and out of view.
There were some men in a sort of common room nearby, it sounded like they were playing cards.
John B tapped Pope, "Lets go." and dove down the hallway. He got past an open door, that lead to the common room. But as Pope went to pass it one of the sailors appeared. Pope jumped back, trapped on the other side. If he tried to reach John B he would be seen. 
John B went to push against another door, when Pope started whispering "Can't! No! No! They'll see me!"
John B's brain started to turn over, as he tried to think of a new plan. They looked into the room just as someone said "Gotta hit the head, might be a while."
John B rushed around a corner to hide. Pope panicked, he had to corner to hide around. Running light-footed down the hallway, and crossed a bathroom door and ran into it. It was just his luck that the man leaving the common room was headed into that bathroom. He came around the corner just in time to see the door to the bathroom shut, and he rolled his eyes.
He bashed on the door, making Pope leap into the air with shock. "Yo!"
Pope knew he had to reply. "Uh... someone's in here."
"Well, hurry up man. I got to go." He shouted.

While this was happening, John B had crossed his corner and found another ladder-like stair case. God this place was a maze. He went down it quietly, an orange light illuminating his face. Peering around the corner, he saw a man doing laundry. The words 'ARMOURY' were stencilled on the wall behind him.

"Yo hurry up bro!" The man shouted, almost snapping the toothpick in his mouth.
Pope started to sweat. "Uh..." He lowered his voice to a rather comedic level, "Hey man I wouldn't come in here. I mean, it's bad man. I blew it up man."
Alas, the man was persistent, "You're not doing anything I'm not about to do. Just hurry up!" (A/N: This actor was hot ngl. The attitude, the beer, the toothpick, the stubble the red cap)
"All right! All right!" Pope shouted. He opened the door violently, pushing the man away. "All yours man!" He said, walking away quickly.
"Lucky I gotta take a shit." The man complained, tempted to run after him.

Pope ran towards a room blindly. He came across a door, it's edged illuminated by red lights. It was hissing.

The door swung open slowly. Y/N, who was still looking for certain tools for Cleo, breathed in sharply.

Pope looked around the room, covered in pipes and lit by an ominous glow. "John B. Are you in here?" He whispered, shutting the door behind him.

The man who entered whispered something, but Y/N couldn't hear it over all the engine's sounds.
"Hey uh... What if there's a stowaway after all?" Y/N asked her friend.
"There isn't. It must be a sailor" Cleo assured her quietly. She looked up at the sound of the door and hid Y/N around the side of the boiling engine. On her way back from tucking Y/N around the corner, she caught her arm on a hot meta pipe.
"Ah! This damn ship is too old! All this exposed pipe!" Cleo shouted.

Pope crossed a corner, and a girl looked up at him.
"Hey you." She panted, "You see a wrench over there?" 

(A/N: HOW'S THAT FOR A CLIFF HANGER
Until next time!)