In the wake of a destructive hurricane, Freya and her Pogue friends are thrust into a tumultuous world of love, murder, and a captivating treasure hunt. As secrets emerge from the storm's aftermath, they embark on a thrilling quest that weaves roman...
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JOHN B. WAKES UP TO THEplop, plop, plop of water dripping on his face. Squinting, he realizes there's no service and the power's out. Great start to the day. He glances at the couch where JJ is sprawled out, his head comfortably resting on Freya's chest.
"Yo, JJ, you been outside?"John B asks, trying to shake off the morning fog.
"I have polio, bro. I can't walk," JJ responds without even opening his eyes.
"Freya?" John B tries.
"How 'bout you get fucked?" she mumbles, clearly not a morning person. John B smirks to himself—he should've known better. Shaking his head, he steps outside to find a tree uprooted, and the HMS Pogue buried under a mess of branches.
He and JJ head out to start cleaning up, half-heartedly swatting at leaves and twigs. "Freya still asleep?" John B asks.
"Na, she went home. Had to grab a few things."
John B raises an eyebrow.
"Bro, no! Don't even—"
"But you want something to happen. Admit it."
After picking up Kie, they swing by to grab Freya. "There she is, my ginger goddess," Kie calls out as Freya jumps onto the boat. The two girls grab each other's faces, looking like they're about to kiss. The boys lean in, eyes wide, barely breathing. Then, the girls burst into laughter, leaving the guys deflated and embarrassed.
"Yo, that was so not funny," John B groans, shaking his head.
As they sail, JJ suddenly pipes up."Let me show y'all a party trick."
"Terrifying."
"Not this shit again," Freya groans, rolling her eyes with a smirk. Pope revs the boat's engine, and JJ stands on the bow, attempting to pour a beer into his mouth as they speed up. Naturally, it goes everywhere but his mouth.
" You're getting beer in my hair!"Freya yells over the wind.
"Oh, my god."
"All right, you're done."
"All right, stop!"
The boat jerks to a halt, and JJ and Freya are catapulted into the water, while everyone else stumbles forward. JJ emerges from the water with a groan, and Freya follows, looking half-annoyed, half-amused.
"JJ, Freya, you guys okay?" Kie calls out.
"I think the heels touched the back of my head," Freya says, grimacing as she clears water (and a bit of snot) from her nose. Pope is about to help them up when something catches his eye.
" Guys...I think there's a boat down there."
The others don't believe him at first. "No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there. For real. It's a boat!"
"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go," John B says, already stripping down to his swim trunks.
The four of them on the HMS Pogue start diving down, curiosity piqued."You think there's a dead body down there?"
" I sure hope so," Freya says, grinning as she takes a deep breath and dives into the murky water. The boat at the bottom is barely visible through the dark, cloudy water, but it's there. Freya doesn't care much about boats or cars—she just likes adventure. She lets the boys worry about the details.
