𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 - 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓

Willow relaxed on the sand while John B and Kie were out on their boards. She only opened her eyes when the pattering of feet ran by her head and she watched JJ and Pope run out to the water, joining the other two.

"Hey! Save some waves for us!" JJ shouted.

"Hey, where you been?" Kie called back.

With that, Willow watched, delighted, as her friends surfed. After a few waves she finally pulled herself off her ass, grabbed her board, and joined them. Willow and JJ loved to show off their surfing skills and that evening was no exception. Everyone knew the twins had a talent for surfing but it was hard to believe unless you saw it up close yourself.

That night ended in the backyard of the chateau, Willow, JJ, and Kiara all somehow laying down on the hammock while John B and Pope sat in chairs.

"You really think it's out there? Like, no bullshit?" Pope said, breaking the silence.

"My father thought it was," John B said.

"But do you?"

"After hearing his voice on that tape... I think I do."

"Only one way to find out," Pope said.

"Look, we're gonna find it, you know?" Kiara spoke up. "Even JJ believes."

"Oh, my god, JJ, do you really believe?" John B asked sarcastically.

"Totally," JJ responded. "Wait. Are we talking about the 4 mil?"

"Four hundered mil," Pope and Kiara corrected.

"Jinx," Kie smiled.

"I'm gonna dream about shipwrecks," JJ said. "Goodnight, Bird!"

"Goodnight, bird shit!"

The next day the group of three took a bigger boat out to search for the wreck with the camera they had stolen.

"All right, JJ. Pin it here," John B shouted.

"Roger that! X marks the spot."

"All right, ladies and gentlemen. To going full Kook," John B said, dropping the camera into the water.

"All right, JJ, we're right over it," Willow said, looking at the screen, John B peering over her shoulder. "Ten seconds northwest."

"Got it! Ten seconds northwest."

"One hundered feet," Kiara announced.

Pope gasped, watching the camera.

"What?" John B asked. "What, what, what, what?"

"It's nothing," Pope said. John B backed off, groaning. "Sorry, I thought--"

"Don't do that to me, man," JJ said.

"My bad. I just thought I saw..." Pope just trailed off, giving up defending himself. "And to quote The Hobbit, 'Down, down, to Goblin Town. Down, down, you go, my lad.'"

"Four hundered feet!" Kie called out. "The tide's turning."

"Hey, JJ?" John B called.

"Yup?"

"Ten seconds easy. South-southeast."

"Copy that!" JJ replied.

"JJ, 20 seconds mid-speed, all right? South."

"Copy that! Aye, aye!"

"Keep the tether out of the prop," Willow called to Kie. A storm was building up over them so they were running out of time to find the wreckage if it was even there.

"I'm trying!" Kie yelled.

"JJ, keep going!" John B told him.

"John B, is that good?" He called back.

"We're good!"

"Okay, 700 feet," Kie annouced.

"JJ, hold it steady!" John B said as the storm built up.

"Okay, 900!"

"JJ, we'll turtle in this storm!" Willow shouted.

"920!"

"Crank it north by northwest! Ten seconds!"

"Pope, how are we doing?" Willow asked.

"Almost there," Pope responded.

"There's too much current!" Kiara shouted. "We're gonna lose it!"

"South, southwest, JJ. Hard!" John B shouted. "Half speed. Steady at this bearing, JJ! What do you got, Pope? Come on, man. What do you see?"

"Nothin'. A whole lot of nothin'," Pope said.

"You should be right above it, brother."

"Kiara!"

"960! 970! 980!"

"I'm at the bottom! I'm at the bottom!"

"Okay, steady here, JJ! Steady here. Quarter speed, all right?"

"Oh, good god."

"See anything?" JJ shouted.

"It's the Royal Merchant," John B said as they watched the camera approach the wreckage of the ship.