07. heart to heart

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"Sunny, you hungry for a sandwich?" JJ questioned, watching as the girl stepped past him in the kitchen. "Awh Jay, I would love a sandwich." She smiled. "Thank—" The girl started.

"That bread had mold on it three days ago." Pope told the two. Sunny's face fell, her grateful expression morphing into disgust. "Are you serious?" She asked. "We really need to go food shopping."

"I'll just pull off the bad parts." JJ said as if it were nothing. Soleil shook her head, "Nuh, uh. You can count me out of that one." She ordered.

"Whatever, mold is good for you. It's just a natural organism." JJ argued. Sunny gave him a look, "That's the same defence you use for cannabis." She reminded him.

The boy shrugged, "And it applies to that too." He said, taking a bite of his sandwich. The boy immediately gagged and spat it out, making Sunny laugh and pat his back. "Sunny, JJ!" Kie yelled out from the front room.

"Yup, yup, yup! Hot damn, let's do it." JJ said, throwing the bread into the trash and following Sunny to the table. They gathered behind John B, watching intently as he opened the package.

"Holy shit." The boy mumbled, staring at the large map that was laid out on the table. Pope leaned over, "Oh. X marks the spot." He said.

"Longitude, latitude. Wait, there's somethin' else in there." The boy said, pulling out a tape recorder. "What's that?" JJ asked. Kie gave him a look, "It's a tape recorder, dumbass." She hissed.

"Dear Bird." Big John Routledge started. "Who's Bird?" JJ quickly questioned. John B didn't even glance back at his friend, too enthralled by his father's voice. "That's what my dad called me." He muttered.

"I hate to say, "I told you so," but I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect at this moment, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don't kill yourself just yet, kid. I didn't expect to find the Merchant either."

Sunny and Kie looked up at each other with utter surprise. Big John found the Royal Merchant?

"You were probably right to call me out. Wasn't exactly Father of the Decade. What can I say, kid? I could smell the barn. And hopefully, we're listenin' to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin' off passive investments and pulling on permits."

"If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that's what the map is for. There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If somethin' happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn't always act like it."

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