"𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨"
"𝙅𝙅-"
"𝙉𝙤, 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?"
In which five friends go on a treasure hunt that will change their lives.
Or//
In which Calli...
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They had been in the shipping container for about thirty minutes when the Pogues were all starting to get nervous. If the container didn't get opened and they couldn't get off of the ship, who knows where they would end up?
"Nice work, John B," JJ mumbled angrily. "You know these things lock from the outside, right?"
"Okay, I was just trying to get us on the boat, JJ," the boy answered, sounding exhausted. "I wasn't thinking that far ahead."
"Well, now we're stuck in here like rats. In this death cage!"
"It's hot," Kiara groaned as she removed her coat.
Pope scratched the back of his neck, also hot. "Okay, JJ, you're not helping."
The boy scoffed as he sat down, "You don't have a whole lot of room to talk right now, Pope. You said you had a plan, but what happened to thinking ahead?"
"I find your lack of self-knowledge disturbing."
JJ laughed bitterly, "Last I checked, you literally shot an oil container with the gat. Remember that?"
"Enough!" Callie shouted, finally reaching her point. "Both of you just shut the hell up! Get your shit together."
"Okay," Pope sighed. "Let's try to find a way out of here."
"Great. There's a plan."
The Pogues searched and another half hour came and went. It kept getting hotter as they kept getting further away from land and they were no closer to escaping the shipping container.
"I give up," Callie groaned as she sat down on a crate.
Stopping nearby, JJ looked across the container. "Hey, Pope, how do you kill a snake?"
"You go for the head," the boy answered.
"Exactly. But the head, in this instance, is the bridge. To take the bridge, we need maximum firepower. And I happen to know that there's an armoury on this ship in case of pirate attacks."
"Pirate attacks?" Kiara scoffed.
JJ ignored her, continuing, "So, if we take that- and I'm not just talking pistols. I'm talking knives."
"You lost me. Killing everyone here is not a plan," the girl stated as she walked past him to the other side of the container.
"Alright, we lost her," he shrugged. "I'm serious. If we get to the armoury, I'm talking AKs, pistols, knives, double-barrels -"
"JJ!" John B exclaimed.
"What?"
"We gotta get out of here. We can't do anything if we're still stuck in here."
