(S3/S4) the one where john b's twin joins the treasure hunt and falls for her best friend
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PART 2 OF THE BRIZO SERIES.
THIS STORY CONTAINES MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT, AS WELL AS SPOILERS FROM THE TV SHOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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OUTER BANKS
JJ x...
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The next morning, the reality of our situation set in, shattering the peace we'd found. Lightning had struck our shop, frying our fresh bait and leaving the fusil out of commission. The aftermath was a mess of charred wood and wasted supplies, and I could feel the weight of disappointment settling heavily on all of us.
"What's the damage, Pope?" JJ asked carefully, wrapping his arm around me.
"Fuse box is busted. Without the live bait, the fishermen won't come and there goes half of our business right there."
"You guys have enough to cover it, but just barely. And your profit isn't enough yet to have savings..." Ellie checked her notes, adding to what Pope had explained.
"But there must be something we can do. We do have savings, right?" I looked between Ellie and Pope, hoping they'd come up with a plan to save Poguelandia.
Pope made his way over to the shelf in front of him and grabbed a can. Inside of it, a small crystal jar was hidden, and in its interior, a small nugget of gold. All we had left from El Dorado.
"This is it. The last of our Au." He said.
John B frowned, not understanding anything. He shook his head, curls all over the place since he had just woken up. "Uh, what?"
"Au, you know. Au?" Ellie laughed, looking at John B, who just stared back at her, clearly not understanding.
I chortled, making everyone stare at me. "It means gold. It's the periodic symbol for gold."
"Then why not just say gold?" Kie asked, squinting her eyes confused.
"It doesn't matter, okay?" Pope answered. "This is all our savings, and it's a no-go. This is for property taxes."
"So why bring it up in the first place? That's not a solution." I shrugged, leaning back into JJ's chest and holding my casted arm with the healthy one.
"No, the solution is to tighten up..."
I saw the disappointment cross everyone's faces before Pope had even started listing everything we weren't allowed to keep doing.
"...which means no more $600 in gas chasing tarpon up the Gulf."
I felt JJ tensing up behind me. His arm left my shoulders, and I'm sure he didn't mean to... Well, I know he didn't mean to, but he slightly pushed me to the side while staring angrily at Pope and gesturing to himself, "Pope, that's my job!"
