ANGEL; outerbanks.

TWO.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE TWO.
THIS NIGHT HAS OPENED MY EYES

this night has opened my eyes . . .
and i will never sleep again.

The unknown boat continued to speed closer as John B  and the others fled through the marsh. CeCe smacked her hands on the side of the boat, her breathing trembling as she called out to John B, "Hey, they're speeding up! Go!"

Her fingers ran nervously through her wet, blonde hair, eyes never leaving the boat that followed closer and closer by the second. CeCe gasped loudly, "Oh, my God, he has a gun!"

Before anyone had a chance to respond, the man shot at the five teens, all of the ducking on instinct. They cursed loudly, fearing for their lives. Pope and CeCe curled up together on the floor of the boat, their hands clasped desperately together. The girl laid in silence with her eyes closed, but Pope yelled over over that they were going to die.

Neither of them even noticed as Kie stood, fiddling with a large fishing net - before throwing it off the back of the boat. Thankfully, the other boat got tangled in it, coming to a halt in the middle of the marsh. Pope pulled CeCe to her feet and they both looked back at the two men in the boat.

The group made it back to the chateau just before sunset; instead of going inside, they all gathered at the end of the little pier, ready to look through the duffel bag CeCe had recovered from the sunken wreck, "It's gotta be money, right?" John B mused to himself as he unzipped the bag.

"Can we please just open the bag?!" Pope exclaimed loudly. Everyone fell silent, CeCe's head tilting to the side as JJ replied, "Wow, Pope. That's a rare outburst of emotion . . ." Everyone began to bicker as John B slowly opened the duffel bag.

Inside is a shiny, silver tube. John B doesn't waste a second before he is unscrewing the lid, hands trembling with anticipation as everybody huddled around him. And, then, out slides a compass. Old, and worn. Pope let out a sigh and stood up, "Oh, wow. That's about right. Yep . . . Good job, everybody. We found a compass."

Kiara and JJ had pretty much the same reactions, both of them utterly confused as to why there was a compass in the cylinder. But, CeCe's brows furrowed in confusion - not uttering a word. John B let out a shaky sigh, so JJ retorted coldly, "What? It's not worth anything."

CeCe's eyes were fixed on the compass, the cogs in her brain turning a million miles a minute.

John B smiled softly, "This was my father's . . ." CeCe didn't say anything. She didn't even look around at her friends before she was on her feet, running back towards land. Her feet carried her hastily, and she practically jogged all the way back home. Eventually, after a long thirty minutes, the girl arrived at home - breathless and panting.

Heading inside, she was stopped before she could make her way upstairs. Because her father stepped out from the kitchen, his hands on his hips, "Nope, not so fast. You've been out of this house more often than not over the last few weeks. I think it's time we talked."

CeCe exhaled sharply, trying her hardest to control her heavy breathing from the long run home. She swallowed thickly and shook her head, "What? Dad, no, I- I gotta-"

"Where were you today?" Her father, Shoupe, interrupted. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly - suspiciously, as if he knew she was going to tell him a complete lie.