When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
(cover by me)
(obx sea...
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"There's... no gold?" I say like a question to no one in particular. My eyes cover every pixel of the screen, begging for any flash of gold or a clue of some sort.
"Look, just-- just pull the drone up," John B instructs in disbelief. Thumber booms, his hand finding his face as he mutters, "Shit,"
"We can do another pass. Recharge the battery," Pope suggests, scrambling for any possibility or explanation. "We can... we can go back down!"
John B ignores him, my eyes stuck to my brother as he passes his fingers through his hair. Taking on my sisterly duties, I walk over to him and try to gain his attention, "Hey, it's alright,"
"It's not alright!" He yells, dropping his hands to his side as he turns to face me in anger, "It's not okay,"
"We've been through it three times. There's nothing there!" JJ yells from his position at the wheel. As always, he manages to say the most unhelpful thing at all times.
"Shut up!" Kie yells at his tone-deaf comment. "The gold could be buried! We don't know!"
"If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" John B joins, his voice cracking through his sentence. I push my hair back from my face, dropping to sit on the edge of the boat.
