As we drove back towards Freedman's Church, we came across the swamp-surrounded, muddy road that we had barely gotten past earlier.
"Ah! Crap! The tide." Pope sighed, as John B pulled the Twinkie to a stop, just in front of the muddy road.
"Oh, this doesn't look good." John B muttered.
"How deep is that?" Kie asked, as she peered over from the backseat.
"I don't know. Road's gone." John B shrugged.
"Tide rose faster than I thought it would." JJ sighed, as he looked over at John B.
"Just a little bit." John B replied, snarky, as he met JJ's eyes.
"Uh, John B, how high are the spark plugs?" JJ asked, as he peered out of the window.
"They're good. We're fine." John B shrugged, his hands on the wheel, ready to step on it.
"How high are they?" Pope and JJ asked, simultaneously.
"Oh, um..." John B started, as he stuck his head out the window and peered back to look at the spark plugs. "Uh, just above the taillight."
"Okay, so that's, what, three feet?" Pope asked, looking at JJ.
"That's three feet, yeah." JJ sighed.
"That water can't be three feet deep." Kie sighed, looking over at Sarah and I.
"Then what's the problem?" John B shrugged.
"Not a problem." JJ sighed, as he turned his eyes back to face the road. "No, we're good. We're good. She'll make it."
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seat belts. Hold on to something. We're going into hyperdrive." John B said, as he tightened his grip on the wheel and looked at us through the rearview mirror. Kie, Sarah and I all exchanged a quick glance before grabbing tight onto the nearest stationary thing.
"I'm gonna say a quick prayer." JJ said, as he did the cross motion on his chest.
"Three, two, one." John B counted down, as he stepped, full speed ahead, on the gas pedal. As he did, the wheels spun fast on the mud beneath us. Mud specks were flying everywhere and splattering on the windows, but we were going no where. We all winced in the back, as John B continued to stomp his foot on the pedal and the sound of the engine revving increased.
"You got this! You got this!" JJ chanted, as the wheels of the Twinkie started rolling over the piles of mud and moved the van forward. We sped through the swamp water; it splashing up along the windows and on the windshield. "Faster! Faster!" JJ continued, as John B grunted at the wheel. The wheel was starting to lose some control, so John B tightened his grip. Sarah looked over at Kie and I, nervously, before back at John B.
"Whoa! Whoa!" John B winced.
"Speed is your friend. Speed is your friend, John B." JJ chanted from the passenger seat.
"You got it! Come on." Pope encouraged, as he peered over from the back.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Sarah screamed, as the John B lost control of the Twinkie, and the van swerved off the road, deeper into the swamp.
"Shit." I breathed, as the Twinkie came to a stop with a quick thud, jerking us all forward. Kie winced.
"No, no, no, no." John B muttered, as he sat in the driver's seat, shocked.
"I think we miscalculated." Pope sighed.
"Yep." Kie muttered.
"Maybe just a smidge." Sarah replied, plainly.
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G-GAME: The Cross of Santo Domingo
FanfictionFollowing the end of "G-GAME: The Royal Merchant", Sarah and John B are presumed dead by the Outer Banks. The Pogues are distraught and are struggling to move on with their lives, knowing that they not only lost the gold, but their best friends as w...
