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The South American heat is slowly catching up to her, sweat dripping down her back. She's grateful that she's only ruining Kitty Hawk's clothes, less so that she probably stinks... so much.
Everytime she crosses her father's eyes, her fingers reach for the ring around her thumb, only to find it bare. It's in her pocket, in a short that's discarded on the floor of the Palace. At least, she hopes so. That's where her mom took her clothes after Kitty Hawk got rid of them, right? If she lost JJ's ring, she's going to be mortified. But as of right now, it's just one more reason to go home.
The boat ride isn't as long as she feared it to be. Stuck in a confined space with Ward, Edward, Sarah, Big John and John B? A terrifying thought. Maybe everyone shared it, considering they remained silent for most of it.
Jose stops the boat on a little dock, in the middle of a village. Kathryn climbs out, resisting the urge to shove her dad back in the water as she does. Sarah and her share a long, meaningful look.
Hell is being the oldest daughter, they both decide.
"Well, welcome to El Tesoro, Bird," Big John says behind them, to his son, who he has yet to traumatise heavily like the other fathers. "We'll hole up here for the night. Move out at first light."
Kathryn hangs back to join him and John B, craving a sense of normalcy. "That's if no one is killed in their sleep. Which would be a total accident, by the way..."
Her best friend hums. "Sounds good."
His father rolls his eyes, trying to bring his spirits up, or to steer him back towards the right destination. Which is a huge mountain in the distance. Which is nowhere near his own personal issues, or his sister's personal issues.
"Somewhere up there is the dig site and El Dorado. With Kat and this gnomon, I think we got a shot, you and me."
His son doesn't seem all that entranced at the idea. Or at the choice of words, really. In fact, he frowns. "Kat's not a Mystery Mouseketool. And Sarah's here too, dad."
Kathryn didn't even clock it. She just nodded along. Of course they need her, she can read Kalinago. The fact that Big John didn't include her in his little spiel didn't even sound wrong to her.
