𝗠𝘆 𝗘𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 ⇉ 𝗝𝗝 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁

Ariella kept thinking about Sarah. How was she? What was going on? She couldn't stop thinking about her sister and what could be happening to her. She was worried beyond words and little did she know, it was for good reason.

"Nice work, John B. You know these things lock from the outside, right?" JJ stresses as he grips onto one of the yellow ropes, keeping himself up.

"Okay, I was just trying to get us on the boat, JJ." John B huffs, thinking deeply. "I wasn't thinking that far ahead."

"Yeah, well, now we're stuck in here like rats in this death cage!" JJ exclaims. He was truly worried for Ariella's well being more than anything.

"JJ, you're not helping." Pope tells him, motioning to Ariella, who frantically fanned herself as she sat next to Pope, her head on his shoulder, eyes closed.

"You don't have a whole lot of room to talk right now, Pope." JJ says, moving to Ariella and fanning her. "You said you had a plan, but what happened to thinking ahead?"

"I find your lack of self-knowledge disturbing."

JJ laughs dryly. "Last I checked, you literally shot an oil container with the gat. Remember that?"

"Oh my god!" Ariella shouts, sitting up, looking between the two boys. Her hand falls onto JJ's torso pushing him back and away from Pope as she stands in between them. "Shut up! You guys aren't making this shit any better!"

The boys are quick to close their mouths. JJ's eyes trail down to her hand that was running over his abs, he knew it was her attempt to calm him and it was working, but he couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his lips.

Ariella smiles back as she shakes her head. She glances in between them again. "Let's pull it together, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." JJ mumbles, taking her hand into his. "Whatever you say. I like it when you take—."

"Not the time, JJ." The four cut him off.

"Yeah, right. Sorry." JJ says sheepishly, kissing Ari's cheek.

Ariella squeezes his hand as she looks towards the others. "Let's just try to find a way out of here."

As they all try to brainstorm any possible way for them to get out of the container, John B moves towards a small vent. He stands on his tippy toes as he looks outside, trying to see what was going on. He was also putting himself at risk.

"Be careful, bird. Please." Ariella warns him, to sit down next to Pope again. "We don't want you getting caught and getting us all killed."

"Relax, I doubt they'd kill a pregnant woman." John B's comment making her chuckle lightly.

"Hey, Pope." JJ calls out to him. "How do you kill a snake?"

Pope answers exhaustedly. "You go for the head."

"Exactly. But the head, in this instance, is the bridge." They all look at him in confusion. "To take the bridge, we need maximum firepower. And I happen to know that there's an armory on this ship in case of pirate attacks."

"Pirate attacks?" Kie and Ari repeat in unison.

"If we take that..." JJ continues. "I'm not just talking pistols. I'm talking knives."

"Killing everyone here is not a plan." Kiara stands, shaking her head. "You lost me."

"Ah, we lost her." JJ mimics Kie, his eyes going between Pope and Ari. "I'm serious. If we get to the armory, I'm talking AKs, pistols—."