Pt 16 - The country club

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The next day, the five pogues were gathered at the château testing out the drone. Pope was trying to work out the controls as Emma, Kie and John B were swimming in the water around it. JJ was just sitting there, watching his friends (well one friend) swim around.

"What's this?" The blonde asked Pope, reaching over to press a button

"Don't touch that" Pope said, hitting his hand away. "I'm trying to work out this thing"

"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man" the blonde said, looking back down into the water, drinking his beer as he watched Emma swimming around. "What would we do without you to control the drones?" He continued, somewhat distracted while watching the girl swim across the screen connected to the drones camera with Kie, stopping in front of it as Kie hit the girls ass, causing JJ to choke on his beer slightly

"It's not a drone. It's an ROV" Pope went on to say

"Shut up. Shut up. It's too early for that right now" JJ snapped, shaking this head and blinking his eyes to try and get back to reality

"Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim" John B said, appearing on the water surface, Kie and Emma popping up just after him

"It's bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ said, looking away from the girl in the water as he couldn't seem to stop focusing on her bikini set, not because he liked the colour that is.

"Well, there is maritime salvage law" Kie said, swimming up to the ladder and climbing out of the water

"You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up" Pope informed the boy, still clicking buttons on the drones controller

"I know. I know. It's just that lawyers aren't cheap, bro" JJ said, looking down into the water again, as Emma swam under the water, towards the ladder

"As soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp" John B said, still sitting in the water

"How do you know all of that?" Kie asked, as JJ became completely distracted when Emma rose onto the ladder, the water slicking her hair back perfectly, falling over her shoulders as the water ran down her body. She stood up at the top of the ladder in front of the blonde boy, his eyes not wavering from the girls body. She raised her eyebrows at him, noticing his transfixed state. When he didn't stop, she waved her hand in front of his face. JJ snapped back to reality, instantly turning red when realising the girl had caught him. Emma let out a small chuckle as she walked past the boy and grabbed a towel

"'Cause our dad said it, like, a million times" John B carried on from the water, having noticed this interaction and narrowing his eyes at the blonde boy.

"Yeah, that's fair" Kie said, her and Pope not having noticed anything and continuing to inspect the drone

"This tether is, like, really long. In the wrong weather, it could get pushed around" Emma said, holding the tether up, looking over to her brother

"Then we'll go at dead calm" he replied, looking up at the sky as thunder can be heard roaring in the distance

"At slack tide?" Kie suggested, earning nods from John B and JJ

"So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather" Pope said, moving to stand by the railing, looking at the grey clouds rolling towards them

"And today is not that day" Emma said, standing next to JJ as she took his beer and drank the last mouthful.

With nothing to do all day, Emma decided she would join JJ and Pope, as the two were helping Heyward with delivering groceries around the island.

"You boys get these groceries over to Figure Eight" Heyward said, handing bags to Pope, who was loading them onto the boat as Emma was sat behind him, with her legs up. "Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'" he said, looking at his son firmly, "I promised delivery by this afternoon. Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of..." he trailed off as JJ stepped forwards, holding out his hands, waiting for Heyward to drop the bags into. "Oh, JJ, thank you" he said sarcastically before finishing his sentence. "...sons of bitches" and turning around to get more bags

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