Ellie Williams (she goes by el or els as JJ calls her) is a true pogue. Living in the cut, shitty parents, known by about every cop in the outerbanks, she's about as local as they come. Just like her best friend JJ Maybank. They've been friends ever...
The Outer Banks, Paradise on earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island.
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There's El. Ellie Williams. She's my best friend. The pogue princess, known by all, pogue or kook. Lives in the cut, shitty family, known by practically every cop in the Outer Banks. She's about as local as they come. She's very firey and easily pissed off. For example we met when I had to pull her off JJ in the third grade. She was fighting him because he put gum in her hair. That's how our group formed. To be honest we all kind of have a thing for her. Especially JJ.
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That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. Like El he's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Don't tell El I said that. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat. He has a thing for El but his ego is way too big to even see it. Don't tell him I said that either.
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And that's Kiara, or Kie as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs with us. We don't know why, I mean she's a kook. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us.
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And that's Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vander Horst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but didn't matter. He was a pogue, just like the rest of us.
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And that's me, John Booker Routledge. And this is where I live. An old fish shack on the marsh. The Chateau, as my dad used to call it. There's dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disapper a at sea these days? I miss him. And then there's Mom. She split when I was three. Last heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado. That's Uncle T. Since my Dad's vanished he's my supposed legal guardian. Not here right now which means it's just me right now, on my own, hanging out with my friends and it's awesome.
