Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Dull

"It's time for us to jack this loot." JJ smiles pulling the blankets from the cross. "There she is." He admired the gold metal.
"Surf trip?" He says to Kiara. "Yup." She smiles brightly. The two of them do the Pogue handshake and snapping their fingers.
"How are we getting this thing out of here?" I questioned my friends. "Pope and Cleo are on the deck with the crane." Kie explains.
"Cleo? As in the girl from the Bahamas that Sarah mentioned a while back?" I asked. "Yeah she's really cool. I think you'll like her." Kie breathes.
   I nod. "All right then." I say. "Great to have more people on our side."
    JJ, Kie, and I pull the tarp off The Cross and we ready the good artifact for the hook. The ceiling slowly opens up, revealing Pope.
    I smile gleefully at the Pogue as he looks down at us. Kiara laughs with joy as JJ begins to cheer and hoot. "That's what I'm talking about! Let's go!" JJ shouts.
    Pope raises his fist in the air. "The time where people do shit to us and we just sit back and take it is over!" He exclaimed
     "I know that's right!" I shout. "Let's do this shit!"
     The three of us begin to tie everything up as Pope begins to work the crane. "Take her up, Pope!" JJ swings his arms, guiding Pope in the right direction.
    "Not so fast! Take your time!" I shout. "Go slow!" Kiara whines. We try our best to get the cross above the deck.
    "Hey!" A feminine voice with a Bahamian accent shouts. I look up, covering my eyes from the sun.
    The girl looks down. She's wearing old torn up cargo pants and a striped hoodie. Her long curly hair is pulled back in a braid and covered by a hat. Her brown skin is glistening in sweat from the heat.
     "Ayye! You must be, Phoebe!" She says, to me. I wave a hand and smile up at the girl .
      "It's nice to meet you Cleo." I shout. "You too, girl." She smiles.
     "Did John B get the lifeboat?" Pope asked. "I don't see him." Cleo answered.
"Let's go help John B load it up on the lifeboat!" JJ demands. The three of us rush up to the deck. I join Cleo at her side.
"Wow." She said, gushing over the cross as it began to rise above deck. The hot sun illuminated the jewels that were incrusted into the gold.
"Send it this way!" The two of us shouted. Pope guided the cross towards us as he tried to angle it better where it would soon be dropped into a lifeboat.
"We're gonna go find John B and Sarah." Kiara says. I nod my head as I watch JJ and Kie rush off.
"Grab that rope." Cleo said pointing to the rope hanging from the cross. I reach up pulling the thick rope towards me.
"Ayye, Pope!" Cleo shouts. "Move it this way. Over the water!" Her Caribbean accent slurred her words as she screamed commands.
"I'm moving it!" Pope says. "Come on, a little to the right." I exclaimed. Cleo takes the rope as well.
Together we pull the cross more towards the edge of the dock.
Suddenly a loud pop hits metal. I look over, realizing one of the men from the brig is shouting at Pope.
"Oh my, God!" I gasped. The cross was slipping as Pope struggled to keep it up. He carefully avoided bullets. Cleo and I quickly took a tight grip on the cross as we haul our entire body weight.
"Hey, get down. Get out of there." Cleo says.

"DROP THE LINE!" Pope shouts. I furrow my brows. "Pope! What the fuck are you playing at?" I scream. "Why?" Cleo asked. "WE'RE PINCHED. JUST DO IT!" He demands.
"Are you sure?" Cleo asked. My struggled to breath as I tried my best not to drop this damn cross. What is Pope thinking?
"YES! DROP IT." He said once last time. Cleo and I both shared a look of concern before releasing the rope from our hands.
"No, no, no!" Rafe quickly grabbed the rope. He fell to the ground as he struggled to keep the cross balanced.
Cleo and I backed away in shock as we watched Rafe hold the rope. And just like that, Pope released the cross.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Rafe screamed as the Cross dropped into the water. Rafe slid across the dock. The large artifact began to pull him closer towards the edge.
Another gun shot fired at Pope. "Get down here!" Cleo shouted.
Pope climbed to the top of the crane before jumping off and landing hard on the dock.
The men from the brig began to pile on the deck.
"Let's get out of here." Cleo says, taking Pope's hands. "We need to jump into the water." I suggest.
But it happened so fast. The men from the brig quickly grabbed the rope. As Pope and Cleo jumped into the ocean.
And as for me. A long rifle was pointed at my head. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly looked over.
Rafe was livid. His fingers hung loosely on the trigger. "You're not leaving me." He says. His eyes are dark and his voice is laced with rage.
"You're not gonna shout me." I swallowed. Truth is; I wasn't completely sure. I felt scared for my life. The cold metal hitting the back of my head as I tried to avoid looking at the gun.
"PHOEBE!" I could hear Kiara screaming my name. I looked over at the ocean. All the Pogues were safely in the boat. Their eyes locked on Rafe and I.
"Step away from the edge, Be." Rafe demanded. I nodded. "Okay." My whispered. "If Rafe wasn't gonna shoot me. He sure would shoot my friends.
I slowly back away from the edge of the boat until I'm safely in the middle.
Rafe drops the rifle as he watches the Pogues drive away.
"Fuck." Rafe whispered as he takes my wrist pulling me with him.
He guided me down into the ship, back where all the rooms are.
He doesn't say anything as he takes long strides. I try my best to keep up, put I end up tripping over my feet. "Rafe." I say. But he ignores me as he continues to pull my towards the end of the hall.
We finally make it to the room where I woke up in. "Rafe-." I'm slickly cut off by Rafe roughly shoving me into the room.
He shuts the door behind himself, locking it. My breathing is loud as I try to calm myself down.
I watch as he leaned again the wall; crossing his arms.
"Phoebe." He says, calmly. "When we get to Guadeloupe; I would like to start over." He said, smiling. It wasn't a sadistic or psychotic smile. It was actually genuine.
It was the most calm I have ever seen him. So I laughed.
"What?" Rafe asked. "You're crazy. You're absolutely motherfucking crazy." I giggled as tears began to pour down my face.
"Be..." Rafe trails off as he takes a step towards me. I shake my head. "No don't." I cry.
"Why?" He whines as he reached for my hand. "I can't." I sob, falling to my knees. "I can't do this anymore." I chocked on my words. "Phoebe, please." Rafe pleaded. He got to the floor wrapping his arms around me.
"I feel like I'm suffocating. Let go of me." I cry. "No, I'm not letting go." He hums as he runs his fingers through my curls.
"Let me go." I demand again. "No." He says. "GET OFF OF ME!" I push him away as I scramble to my feet and rush to the other side of the room.
"Phoebe-." I cut him off. "You just held a fucking gun to my head!" I screamed. "And now you want to suddenly start over like we're in some fucking couples therapy class?" My body was shaking.
"Calm down." He says, putting his hands up. I scoff as I wipe my tears. "You know what?" I start. "I've known exactly four people, besides my friends, who want this damn cross! And they've all been the worst. Ward, Limbrey, the motherfucka and you!"
"And once we get to Guadeloupe; it can be different. I can be different." Rafe says.
"Really? Different? How?" I asked. "All you care about is money, wealth, and coke." I listed out.
"That's not true!" Rafe says. "Yes it is!" I screamed. "YOU'RE BORING! YOU ARE SO BORING!" I shouted in face getting closer and closer.
"COLORLESS! FLAVORLESS! DULL! DULL DAYS! DULL NIGHTS! DULL WEEKS! DULL MONTHS! DULL AS FUCK! I'M SUFFOCATED BY THE WORLD'S MOST BORING, BEIGE-EST, MONOTONOUS BOY!"
Rafe stood quiet as he let me finish. The sound of the waves hitting the side of the ship was the only sound between us now.
Rafe still remained calm. I could tell I had hurt his feelings.
"I really do want to start over, Be.