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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 "𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇, 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆"
"JOHN B, would you hurry the fuck up?!" I scream, watching as he struggled to untie the ropes from the dock.
"I'm hurrying!" He defends himself, pulling at the knot that was around the silver hooking.
I see the red and blue lights start to flash closer towards us, making my stomach become a hole of unsettled nerves.
"What do we do?" Sarah shouts.
"Watch out, goddamit," Rafe pushes through, slicing through the string with a singular pocketknife.
John B rushes back up front, quickly starting the engine. Without a second thought, he pumps the gas, throwing the lever basically into the floor.
He stood up with one hand on the wheel, yelling at us all to sit down and hold on. I gripped onto Rafe, my shoulders becoming covered in chills from the winds.
"We gotta get back to Charleston! I know a guy who can get me a plane to take us back!" Rafe shouts out loud.
"Where do we go?" Sarah exclaims.
"Follow the current! Down there will be a docking area where he lives!" Rafe quickly explains.
"Shit!" John B curses as a huge wave splashes on top of us.
"It's so cold," I grit my teeth.
Rafe's arms wrap around mine, starting to warm my skin soothingly by rubbing his hands up and down.
"Wanna fuck around and get eloped on a boat?" He teases.
"When we're not on the verge of dying, yes we can elope," I smile.
"Can't wait to marry the shit out of you," he kisses the top of my forehead, ruffling a hand through my hair.
"When you're done dry humping, care to help keep shit from flying out?" Sarah yells, grasping bags of our supplies fast.
I help, holding down two bags.
"They're behind us, go faster!" Rafe yells.
"I'm going as fast as this boat can!" He growls.
"If you call that fast, we're gonna be shot down and in a jail cell real quick here!" Rafe argues.
