𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄|𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘅:𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮

After swimming back to shore and finding a safe place to hide out and come up with a plan, Esme was exhausted out of her mind. She wanted nothing more then to curl up on a sandy beach as the sound of waves crashing against each other lulled her to sleep. Pope would be there as well, running his hands through her hair which smelled of saltwater due to the ocean. But instead, they were coming up with a plan to save their friend who had been kidnapped for wanting to be the hero. Esme wanted to scream and shout about how she had warned her friends that leaving Pougelandia and trusting Jimmy was a horrible idea. But she decided to keep her mouth shut and focus on the real problem which was Kie getting kidnapped.

"What the hell was that? Why would they want to kidnap Kiara? It doesn't make any sense." Pope exclaimed. Esme rubbed her hands over her face, trying her best to snap back into reality and not look like a complete zombie in front of everyone.

"It's called bait." JJ replied.

"I am so sick of this," Sarah commented. "Do you think there's any way we could trust the cops?"

Esme let out a dry laugh and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why don't you figure that one out yourself."

"The cops? You're joking right?" JJ added. "You seriously think your daddy hasn't called them yet?"

Esme walked up and hit JJ's shoulder, her own little way of telling him to cool it. It was a dumb suggestion, but at the end of the day Sarah was only trying to help.

"I have a crazy suggestion. Why don't we call my parents?" Pope suggested, Esme's eyes widening. She hasn't even thought about Popes parents in what seemed like forever. Surely they must've hated her by now for putting her son through so much and dragging him on so many rescue missions and adventures.

"And say what, Pope?" John B questioned.

"And say we're alive. I haven't seen my family in I don't know how long. They're probably worried sick about me. We can just call and maybe ask them to wire us some money or something."

"He's right," Esme nodded, placing a hand on Popes shoulder. "They deserve to know we're alive and safe. It's the least we can do."

"I got a better idea. And faster." JJ spoke up. He pulled out a wallet which was loaded with a bunch of money.

"Whose is that?" Sarah asked.

"You think I'm gonna go through someone's backpack and not pinch their wallet? "Jimmy Portis, 101 Cattle Wash." I bet that's where they got Kiara. All right? That's where we're going."

"That's conceivable. Can we at least think this through?" Esme nodded in agreement at Popes words.

"You got a better idea, Pope? All else fails we got a Hispanic Merida to protect us," JJ stated. "101 Cattle Wash. Come on, that's where we're going."

Esme watched as JJ walked off, and she hesitated before taking Popes outstretched hand and following him. Knowing JJ, this plan was most likely going to turn out to be a disaster. But Esme knew that if she tried to use her voice and tell them that no one would listen to her. All she could do at the moment was clutch her bow and arrow tightly and hope for the best.

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Esme walked throughout the streets besides Pope, looking around for the house that supposedly Kiara was in. But when she realized that she didn't even know what the house looked like she simply stared at the ground and waited for someone to announce they had arrived at their destination. Pope grabbed Esme's hand, walking faster and leading her over to a sort of blue house.

John B climbed inside the house while Esme began to load up her bow and arrow. In her mind, you can never be too careful.

"Ow! Shit!" JJ exclaimed, suddenly getting bitten by a crab. He stumbled into Esme who placed her arms under his shoulders and lifted him so he was now standing upright.