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"So this is what we're doing, huh? We're just sailing out? We're just gonna forget about John B?" JJ harshly spoke up, shattering the anxious and overthinking silence flowing between all of us, hurling his thick hands in the warm and breezy air.
All of my quiet friends stood around the boat, except for Pope and Kiara, sitting on one of the many booth chairs on the two sides of the boat. They darted into the distance while I glimpsed around, gazing my fierce eyes at each of them for a couple of seconds, analyzing their fearful and unstable body language. And if they caught me, I sent them a little smile and mouthed a small positive, and soothing sentence.
Except for my best friend, Cleo. She was unfazed. She stood beside the steering wheel, flicking her small and sharp knife in between her slim fingers, keeping her dark eyes in the body of salt water surrounding us.
I stayed behind the wide wheel, keeping the wrecked and fancy yacht secure and moving in the same direction as before. But momentarily, we found ourselves in the middle of the ocean, trying to get as far as possible. Even if I noticed Carlos didn't have any fancy and huge ships, I knew he had a couple of tricks up his tuxedo sleeves.
"Honey, how many times." I pressed my eyes closed, growing in irritation but let out a delicate voice towards the upset blonde boy across the yacht.
"We couldn't stay there. It was either we get taken away from John B by Singhs' men, or we were going to be shot dead, or we had to leave him. I had to pick the safest option. We weren't going to find him." I clarified, opening my dark-colored eyes, shortly locking them with him, only making him puff.
"Yes, but now where is he? We didn't think this through. Actually, I didn't make the decision. You didn't think this through." JJ started stepping towards me, shooting an index finger in my direction, making me snap my irritated eyes away from him and back on the salt water.
"Got it, Maybank," I whispered, nodding my head, lightly pouting my bottom lip, watching his bright eyes burn into me from the corner of my eye.
"We should have never left him. We're turning back." JJ stated, strolling towards the steering wheel, making my head rapidly snap towards him, watching him get closer with a look of vengeance. "Back up. Dude, let me do this. You don't know what you're doing." I gave him a strict look, while my slim hands tightly wrapped around the metal steering wheel.
"Neither are you. Just left a pouge stranded. Never leave a pouge behind. That's pouge terminology." JJ loudly expressed, balling his thick hands into tight and bruised fists in bitterness.
