Depths

Wanted

Four of the five Pogues sit on the dock at the chateau the next day as they listen to John B regale them with what had happened to him on The Druthers with Ward. How Ward had tried to get John B to talk about the treasure, how he practically admitted to killing his father, how he attacked him and how John B had to flee for his life on the jet ski. John B then told them about how he confronted Sarah at her house last night and how she didn't believe him.

"I managed to snag most of our stuff from the Cameron house last night before Ward could catch me. I put your stuff in your room." John B tells Harli.

"Thanks." She offers him a small smile. Neither teenager was very talkative after the story that John B had just told; both still thinking of their father and how it was true now that he'd never be coming home.

"You sure he got everything?"

"Every bar. The whole enchilada." John B answers as he pulls the cast off of his arm. "Look, it's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."

"John B..." Kie scolds him as she watches him toss the cast to the side of the dock.

"What, Kie? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"

"You should care. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life."

"It's fine. See?" John B insists as he wiggles his fingers.

"Guys!" A voice from behind them catches all of their attention as their missing friend comes running down the dock. "Guys!" Pope quickly comes to a stop where the four teenagers are sitting. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God. I ran all the way here."

"Pope, are you all right?" Harli questions him.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ adds.

"Don't ask." Pope takes a deep breath. "JB... look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything."

"It's fine."

"But... but, I don't have a lot of time, and... and I have information that is tactically relevant." Pope informs through catching his breath. "So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview thinking to myself, Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off?" Pope continues as the four teenagers start to piece things together. "What could be so heavy to weigh it down?"

"Gold." JJ breathes out and Pope excitedly points at him with an exaggerated expression.

"Exactly. Guys this is our chance, but it leaves tonight and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie smiles at her friends.

"What's the plan, big man?" JJ looks to John B, who turns to Harli with a questionable look. A smile creeps to her face and she nods to him, officially putting herself in the G-game.

"We're gonna steal that shit back." John B smirks at his friends.

"Let's do this!" The five teenagers jump up and take off running towards the Twinkie, piling in and taking off towards Figure Eight.

"We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos, get the hell out of there." JJ presents theatrically as he  readies his stolen gun.

"Down the Intracoastal."

"Wait for weather."

"Exit to Cuba."

"Cuba?" JJ looks at the group incredulously. "No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money."

"Let's do this shit."