"Ive been thinking, when all of this is over, and we're just rolling in the dough, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surfer trip. I don't know where, but, like, the worlds calling. I don't know. Name a place." Jj yaps on as we were still waiting on pope and John b.
"Spain." I sigh.
"Then after Spain, South America or South Africa. One of the south places." Jj suggests.
"Your gonna go to South Africa?" I laugh.
"Then Micronesia maybe, and then... just ride." Jj smiles as he suggests all these places.
"So that's the plan, if we were to get a ton of cash? That's the dream? Surf trip?" I smile.
"Tipping jungle break all day long. Bamboo hunt, cooking fish on a fire, and after that, you go back out and hit the waves again. That's the dream." Jj chuckles.
"Sound perfect." I state with a smile.
"Yeah."
"Got room for one more?" I ask.
Jj looks up at me and laughs until he realises I wasn't joking.
"You got your passport?" He asks.
"You don't have a passport." I laugh.
"Hell no, I don't got a passport. Kookiest thing ever. You don't need-"
Jj was then cut off by pope whistling outside the window.
We get up and open it for them but then another familiar face comes in with us.
"Jesus Christ! I kill you, John b!" Cleo whispers loudly.
"Cleo?!" I smile.
"Hey girl, how you keeping!?" She says as she jumps in.
Me and John b met Cleo when we fled.
"Who is this?" Jj asks.
"Just relax. Just relax, okay?" John b sighs.
"No, who is she? What's going on? John b!" Jj shouts.
"Hey, jayj, relax. Relax." I say to jj.
"Remember I told you about the girl in the Bahamas who saved us?" I then say to jj.
"Uh... Cleo, yeah?" Jj says.
"Meet Cleo. She's gonna help us, all right?" John b states.
"Next time, ask me." Cleo groans.
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We are now arguing about our next plan.
"Let me get this straight. You four, with no weapons, decided you were gonna hijack this tramp steamer on your own? Do you have any idea who these people are? Eberhimi, if he catch you, he's gonna kill you. Dead. Cut off your fingers." Cleo explains.
"Okay. What about waiting until we get to port? At least then, if something goes wrong, we have a place to run." I ask.
"No. No, we can't do that." Pope says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Cause I've run the scenario over 1,000 times in my head, and our best chances are on this ship. There's 15 crew members and five of us. Three to one odds. Best it'll get. We wait till we get there, they'll trap us." Pope explains.
"We have no chance." I say.
"No, vi, there's something else. Wards alive. He's alive, and he's on this boat." John b states.
"What?!" I shout.
"Yeah."
"You gotta be kidding me."
