drowning

motel

"A new one of those is 500 Gs, easy." JJ says, as the group swims back to the boat. The group climbs onto the boat.

"That's a primo rig." JJ adds.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's the boat we saw when we surfed the surge." John B says, pointing to Pope. Pope nods in agreement.

"Maybe it hit the jetty or something." Pope says, shrugging.

"You guys surfed the surge?" Kiara questions.

"Yeah." John B says.

"That's my boys. Pogue style." JJ says, patting John B and Pope on the back.

"What the heck." Kiara says, bothered by the fact Pope and John B surfed the surge.

"Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?" Pope questions.

"No, but we're about to find out." Ridge says, pulling the anchor out from inside the boat.

"Dude, it's to deep." JJ says, looking out into the water.

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ." John B says, backing ridge up.

"Well, i'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front." JJ says.

"That's fine." John B says, moving to the front of the boat.

"Ridge." Kiara says, looking up at Ridge.

"What?" Ridge questions.

"Diver down, fool." Pope says, saluting Ridge.

"Diver down." Ridge says, saluting the boy.

"Yeah, she is." John B says, pushing Ridge over board. Ridge sinks down into the water slowly, She swims towards the boat. She begins looking through it to find anything, She finds a key and then begins to resurface.

"Oh, my god. That took forever." Kiara says.

"Jeez." John B says.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope questions.

"Looting potential?" JJ questions, pulling the anchor up.

"No. No." Ridge says.

"I found this motel key." Ridge says, holding up a key.

"A key." JJ replies.

"Yes, a key, JJ." Ridge says, swimming towards the boat.

"Great! We salvaged a motel key." JJ says.

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard." Kie says.

"Maybe we'll get a finders fee." John B adds.

"Yeah, and not work all summer." JJ says.

"Thanks, Agatha, ya batch." Ridge says.

~*~

John B and Ridge walk into the storm tent that is set up.

"He's a diabetic!" The woman shouts at the man behind the table.

"...a dog..." The man behind the counter states. The two people argue back and forth.

"Excuse me." John B says, to the guy trying to get his attention.