Boy Wonder

8||lighthouse/redfield

(A/n: hey guys, this chapter is quite long so grab your snacks :))

♪ y/n pov ♪

"Remind me what we're looking for again?", I asked John B.

"We'll know when we see it.", he stated bluntly.

He started walking up the spiral staircase and I followed shortly after.

"So, what is your dad like, John B?", I asked curiously in an attempt to strike a conversation.

"Why are you asking?", he replied.

"Just out of curiosity.", I stated.

"He's a loyal, smart, and funny guy. How about you? What's your dad like?", he asked curiously.

"Well, for starters, my step-dad is a complete asshole. My biological dad, on the other hand, I'm not sure. According to my step-dad, he died last year but I don't fully believe that. I mean, I have plenty of questions that he has to answer, ya know?", I stated confidently.

"Yeah, that's understandable. I hope you find your dad, (Y/n).", he mumbles.

"Thanks. I hope you find yours too, John B.", I reply.

We arrived and paused at a door. John B knocked it and we waited for a response. Two minutes later and nothing happened.

"Nobody home.", John B muttered.

A middle-aged man with glasses and a beard opened the door.

"Um...we're here for the lighthouse.", said John B.

"The lighthouse is closed.", said the man as he almost closed the door.

"Um...", I said as I tried to think of a lie.

"Actually, we...we aren't here about the lighthouse. We're here about the, uh...the Royal Merchant.", John B said, truthfully.

I looked at him puzzled.

The man opened the door when he heard the last sentence.

"Then you came to the right place. I know more...watch your step here...", he instructed as we followed outside, narrowly missing a hole in the floor, "...about the Royal Merchant than anyone else in Kildare county.", he declared proudly.

"Holy shit...", John B and I said as we admired the view from the lighthouse of the ocean.

"C'mon.", instructed the man.

"Now, the Merchant disappeared in the graveyard of the Atlanic in 1829.", lectured the man.

"With four hundred million.", said John B.

"Damn...", I whispered in a surprised tone.

"Correct. You're a bit of a Merchanteer yourself, huh?", questioned the man proudly.

"Uh...something like that.", said John B.

"Well, follow me. I wanna show you somethin'. I've been workin' 30 years up here. The view never changed until two days ago. The Point is almost gone. One more storm like that, it'll take the lighthouse, I'll go with her.", he declared proudly.

"Jeez, Agatha's a batch.", I muttered.

"Ain't that right, sister? Now, the trick to knowin' where the Merchant is...is knowin' whether she was on the north end or the south end of the eye of the storm. Now, most experts believe that she was on the south end. Now, she's on the south end, the bands from the hurricane would pushed her back out to sea. But I don't believe that. Uh-uh. I think she was on the north end of the eye. Which means the bands would have pushed her...", he paused.