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In the corner of my eye, I noticed the blonde boy start hustling past me, leaving me behind. Until, I felt him snatch my slim arm that was covered by a light grey and comfortable hoodie that belonged to JJ, and yank my body ahead, assisting me with my speed, feeling him carry and do most of the work.
"Pay attention. Cross through!" John B loudly warned us two as JJ's grasp on my arm tightened, while we got to the end of the light alley, and he started running diagonally, towards many long dark tubes, long and colored dark cages, and carts, before we followed after him.
"Hurry up!" John b exhaled, while I watched his muscular figure disappear into a small space between the many cages and tubes.
"Let's go! Let's go!" I heard a man yell from the long pathway with many trucks. "Let's get started! Pick it up!" Another worker loudly and demandingly unleashed to the others.
"We're coming. We're coming." JJ gently puffed out, keeping me nice and close to his protective and warm body, passing through many trucks before we sprinted into the small space.
"Can you relax and give us a second, slick?" I let out a struggled and dehydrated cough, feeling my breath get taken away over time as the blonde boy pulled me along.
We uncovered our friend John B barely ducking down, hiding behind many small crates, deeply glimpsing his dark eyes across the huge dock that was heavily cramped with many crates, cages, and tubes.
"Shit." John b whispered.
"What did you find, B?" I asked, feeling JJ drop his veiny clasp on my cloth-covered arm before a small and drowsy puff ripped out of my mouth while I gradually walked towards him and the small crates, ducking down.
My dark eyes squinted at the distant but clear view we managed to get, catching a massive and unfamiliar dark red, blue, and black boat floating in the dirty dock water, possibly the boat the Camerons were attempting to escape on.
"Wait. The coastal Venture. Dude, I know that ship." JJ lightly gasped, reading out the huge words that were painted bold on the huge boat.
"My dad did legs on her last summer. It's a total tramp steamer. I worked on her in port." JJ quietly explained, appearing from behind me, bringing up the time he helped out his father was a small project last summer for a weekend, which honestly scared me to my core, comprehending his father's sneaky and evil moves to hurt his son. However, he came back home without a scratch on his body.
