𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

they pulled the van up to the tide and groaned.

"ah crap the tide!" john b said.

"oh this doesn't look good." pope groaned.

"how deep is that?" kie asked.

"i dunno. the roads gone." john b said.

"tide rose faster than i thought it would." jj said.

"just a bit." john b said.

"uh john b, how high are the spark plugs?" jj asked the brunette.

"they're good. we're fine." he avoided the question.

"how high are they?" the blonde asked again.

"oh um," he looked back and grimaced, "just above the tail light."

"okay so that's what, three feet?" jj estimated.

"it cabt be three feet deep." kie said.

"this isn't gonna end well." claire said.

"then what's the problem?" john b asked.

"no problem, we're good." jj tried reassuring the group.

"fasten your seatbelts, hold on to something." john b demanded and claire held in the the "holy shit" handle above her head.

"i'll say a quick prayer." jj said.

"3,2,1." john b said and drove fast.

"speed is your friend!" jj repeated as they hydroplaned and want into the swamp.

"i think y'all miscalculated." claire said and sarah held up her fingers to show "just a little."

"okay maybe we can walk from here." pope said.

"and leave the twinkie?" john b asked.

"the tides coming in." claire said.

"so then what are we supposed to do?" pope asked.

"not stay here." jj said.

"i can take my dads truck." kie spoke up.

"kie are you sure?" john b asked carefully.

"how much worse can it get, you know?" she asked.

"there's a wi ch at the chateau." jj said.

"that's like two miles." claire said.

"you two go." claire said and kie and jj headed out to save the day.

sarah, claire, john b, and pope started growing impatient at how king it was taking the two.

"how long does it take to go two miles and back in a car." claire said.

"they're taking a minute." pope said.

"should i go look for them?" claire asked.

"damn it! everytime! why do we send jj and kiara? the slowest people on earth." pope yelled.

"here's something we can do." claire spoke up. "we can find something to leverage the twinkie, and you can drive it out." she said to john b who nodded.

"let's do driftwood." pope also agreed.

"driftwood will work." john b said.

"all right you boys be safe." claire said and they stared at her.

"what? you guys don't actually think im going to help do you?" she asked and they rolled their eyes and looked for wood.

claire started tapping the water surrounding her anxiously and when she looked up she saw john b being pulled underwater.