(Y/n) pov
We were a long way from shore now. We couldn't hear any cars or other boats around, just the cawing of seagulls and waves splashing against the ship. It would be peaceful if we weren't stowaways on a ship ran by a psycho who kidnapped his sister.
"Good job, John B. You do realize that these things lock from the outside, right?", JJ scoffed.
"Listen, I was just trying to get us on the ship, JJ. I wasn't planning on doing much after that.", John B replied.
"Bro, we're stuck in here like rats.", he complained.
"It's hot.", Kie whined.
"The air...I can't really breathe. It's too dry and almost suffocating.", I said as I breathed in deeply.
"It's a fucking death cage!", JJ snapped.
"JJ, shut it, please. You're not helping here.", Pope pleaded.
"Oh, like you have room to talk. You said that you had a plan but what the fuck happened to thinking ahead?", he asked his best friends.
"I find your audacity and lack of self-knowledge very disturbing.", Pope complained.
"Oh, okay, Rico the penguin! Last I checked, I wasn't the one going ka-boom! And shooting oil containers with a gun!", my boyfriend argued.
"Can the two of you just shut up? Seriously, for the love of all things holy and not, shut up! Pull it together.", I sighed, pushing the boys away from each other.
"Fine.", they both said at the same time.
It was all silence until the tension calmed down and JJ spoke up again.
"Hey Pope? How do you kill a snake?", he asked his best friend sternly.
"Go for the head, nowhere else, just the head.", Pope answered tiredly.
"That's fucking right! But the head, in this case, is the bridge. To take the bridge, we need a fuckload of firepower. Luckily for you guys, I happen to know that there's an armory on this ship in the instance that there's a couple of pirate attacks.", JJ paused.
"Pirate attacks.", Kie mocked, making air quotes with her middle and index fingers.
"We take that- and I'm not just talking about pistols, I'm talking knives.", he continued.
"And you lost me. We're not killing anyone or everyone. That's not a plan.", she said as she walked away.
"Ah, we lost her.", he waved her off, "anyways, I'm serious, we get to the armory, I'm talking every gun you can imagine. AKs, pistols, knives, even double-barrels-", he paused again, trying to remember more guns.
"Silencers?", I asked happily.
"JJ! (Y/n)!", my brother hissed.
"What?", we asked him.
"We gotta focus on getting ourselves outta here first. We can't do shit if we're still stuck in here like a can of canned sardines.", my brother scolded us.
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Boy Wonder
Fanfiction[a JJ Maybanks x f!reader fanfic] [outer banks] [contains swearing, violence, angst and more] (NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF OUTER BANKS AND NETFLIX.) (Story will surround seasons 1-2)