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RICKY SITS ON the boat with the pogues, the wind in her hair and a cigarette in her hand. "So, how was the Cameron's barbecue?" Kiara asks.
"Shitty. Topper got all anti-pogue on me." Ricky says as she takes a drag of her cigarette.
"As he does." Kiara nods.
"All right, JJ. Pin it here." John B calls.
"Roger that! X marks the spot." JJ says as he stops the boat.
"All right, ladies and gentlemen. To going full kook." John B says as he lowers some kind of camera under the water.
Kiara keeps feeding the line down as Pope controls it. "All right, JJ, we're right over it. Ten seconds northwest." John B says.
"Got it! Ten seconds northwest." JJ says.
"One hundred feet." Kiara says as Ricky does a mark in chalk on the edge of the boat.
Pope gasps and John B lifts his head. "It's nothing." Pope says, making John B sigh. "Sorry, I thought -"
"Don't do that to me, man." JJ says.
"Come on, bro!" John B says.
"My bad. I just thought I saw," Pope doesn't even finish his sentence. "And to quote The Hobbit, 'down, down, to Goblin Town. Down, down you go, my lad'."
"You're seriously quoting The Hobbit?" Ricky asks. "You could've picked any book but you picked The Hobbit?"
"I thought you liked The Hobbit!" Pope defends.
"I do! I just don't think it's appropriate for this situation!" Ricky says.
"Four hundred feet!" Kiara interrupts. "And can you guys stop arguing about The Hobbit?"
"We weren't arguing." Ricky and Pope say at the same time.
"The tide's turning." Kiara says.
"Hey, JJ?" John B calls.
"Yup?"
"Ten seconds easy. South-southeast." John B orders.
"Copy that!" JJ says. He moves the boat and Ricky holds on.
"JJ, twenty seconds mid-speed, all right? South." John B orders.
