"𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃."
in which, presley routledge gets pulled into trouble after her twin brother searches for treasure that may be linked to their...
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PRESLEY WAS PULLED FROM HER SLEEP WITH THE ROOSTER CROWING and she slowly opened her eyes, the sunlight shining into the living room and directly into her eyes. The brunette groaned, covering her face as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. She forced herself into a sitting position, looking over and seeing that JJ was still fast asleep next to her.
Carefully lifting his arm from around her waist, Presley climbed out of the bed and made her way into the kitchen. Her hand found the light switch, but the lights didn't turn on. Hurricane Agatha must've knocked out the power as she sighed, making her way back into the living room.
Presley's eyes landed on JJ, his mouth halfway open as he slept. The brunette smiled softly at him before she made her way outside, pushing the front door open. Presley grimaced almost immediately when she saw the oak tree that had grown in their yard was now pulled up from its roots and laid in the middle of the yard, covering the entire property with branches and debris.
"Yo, JJ, you been outside?" Presley heard John B's voice from inside the Chateau.
"I have polio, bro," JJ replied groggily, still half-asleep. "I can't walk."
"Oh, man," John B sighed through a yawn as he walked down the porch steps, spotting the tree as he stood beside his sister. He interlocked his fingers and rested them on the top of his head, "That is not good."
"Thanks, Agatha," Presley muttered sarcastically.
The front door swung open and Presley looked over her shoulder, seeing JJ walking down the steps and taking a long sip of his beer.
"Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ asked, letting out a burp that caused Presley to send him a disgusted look.
"Yeah, she did," John B replied.
"The Pogue okay?" Presley asked as her eyes followed her brother.
John B made his way over to the HMS Pogue, a Carolina Skiff 21 boat that the group had been using all their life. It wasn't the prettiest boat, but it usually got them where they wanted to go and that was enough.
"Seems to be," John B replied as he began to pull debris from inside the boat, tossing it into the yard.
JJ made his way over to the boat, standing next to Presley, "Whatcha thinkin'?"
"I'm thinking that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze," John B replied. "All those drum are gonna chase the crab."
"What about DCS?" Presley asked, pretty much already knowing the answer to that, "Weren't they coming today?"
