moon song; outer banks
aven torrance has never been one to believe in luck. her entire life had been one misfortune after the other. but her luck, along with her hope for a life better then the one she's living, increase after a group of four delinq...
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Aven watched the water as the boat she currently was sat on glided through it.
Apparently, after they left her house with the coordinates yesterday, the group of Pogues had managed to steal a high end under water camera from a salvage yard. They were meant to travel to said coordinates yesterday to look for the ship wreck but were disturbed by horrible weather and an even more horrible tide.
"Alright JJ! Pin it here!" John B called out to his best friend, who was driving the boat. Aven finally left her spot at the back of the boat and walked over to the rest of the Pogues, albeit JJ who was driving the boat, just in time to see them drop the underwater camera into the dark depths of the marine.
"And to quote The Hobbit, down, down, to goblin town." Pope chuckled to himself. Aven followed suit, never hearing anyone actually quote The Hobbit before.
After a few hundred directions shouted back and forth, the group now stared at the bottom of the ocean floor.
Aven's heart rate picked up speed in a pathetic display of hope.
Moments wasted away before the group saw the first sign of the decade old shipwreck. "Oh my god." Aven mumbled to herself, a small, genuine smile tugging upwards at her usually down turned lips.
Aven's eyes must have searched every corner of the screen in front of her, searching for even one gold bar. But she came up empty.
Her small smile dropped along with any hope she had of finding anything useful, and by the damp atmosphere around her that was lively mere moments ago, she could tell the hope drained out of the group of friends as well.
"Just pull the drone up." John B instructed sadly before walking to the other end of the boat and sitting down, staring up at the dark gray clouds that were his biggest problem seconds ago, now replaced by the empty shipwreck below him.
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Aven had accepted that her short lived fun with the Pogues was simply that, a little bit of fun that was only meant to be for a short amount of time. They weren't friends, her only connection to them was that they were all looking for a better life through the Royal Merchant gold.
They didn't find it, so everything would go back to the way it was before they even began looking. The group of four would continue to hang out everyday and have a good summer and Aven would continue to rot away in her house until she died in it.
Her mother was right, there was nothing for her in this world except the shitty hand she was dealt at birth. Chasing gold only created false hope and false hope only got her hurt.
Aven sat on her couch, in front of her TV which wouldn't work at least until August, fiddling with the bandages that adorned her hand, a gift from her mother. The bandages were loosely attached as they were Aven's poor attempt at first aid, but it was enough to avoid infection.
