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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗫 finding jj
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The sun had gone down as John B continued to drive the boat to Goat Island. Kyla wrung her hands together, going over everything that had happened yesterday and today in her head. How could so much have gone on in such a short amount of time? If only she knew.
"What is that?" Kiara then spoke up. "Wait. Kill the engine. Kill the engine," she instructed as they followed her gaze, seeing a larger boat past the weeds in the water.
As their own boat neared the other one, Kyla squinted her eyes in the dark to see a group of people standing on it. Her eyes then landed on a certain someone, who was being held against his will, that she had been searching for all this time. "Oh, my God. It's JJ."
"And that's Groff," John B added.
"Those are the guys from Charleston who took the scroll," Sarah realized.
"The scuba guy, the guy who tried to kill us," Kyla then noticed, her eyes darkening.
"What do these people want with JJ?" Rhi questioned, not knowing what they wouldn't want with a 19-year-old who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"I don't think it's JJ that they want," Kiara replied, seeing the way the group had been more focused on Groff.
"Okay, guys, how do we get JJ out of this without him getting hurt?" Kyla quickly asked, not wanting to waste any more time since these people clearly didn't play nice.
"Does anyone have any weapons? We could sneak on there, try not knock them out," John B proposed, raising his brows.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna help with us trying not to get JJ hurt. That's not even gonna help us not get hurt," Rhi pointed out and the girls nodded along.
"We could, like, ram 'em. Create a distraction," Kiara suggested.
"Ram that? No. It's not even gonna leave a dent on that thing," John B argued.
"I don't know, John B, I'm just trying to think," Kiara replied in aggravation. "We gotta help JJ."
"Wait. Guys, guys." Sarah leaned over and pulled out some Vodka that was still on the boat. "We have these. We have gasoline in the back," she said, hinting to creating some Molotov cocktails.
