Catching the Waves~ JJ Maybank ᣵ¹&ᣵ²

Chapter Eighty Three. [S2]

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I, I just woke up from a dream
Where you and I had to say goodbye
And I don't know what it all means
But since I survived, I realized

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Oh, lost, lost in the words that we scream
I don't even wanna do this anymore
'Cause you already know what you mean to me
And our love's the only war worth fighting for

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Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow
Nobody's promised tomorrow
So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night
Like it's the last night

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you

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[couldn't choose one lyric, the song is iconic and so JJ and Rory coded]

Third Person Perspective~

THE salty wind swept across the ocean, carrying the faint cries of seabirds and the rhythmic crash of waves against the ship's hull. On the opposite side of the Coastal Venture, the Pogues sat in the dinghy, their breaths ragged as adrenaline coursed through their veins.

 The chaos of the past hour weighed on them like an invisible anchor. Sarah, Kiara and John B helped Cleo and Pope aboard, hands trembling from exertion and fear. For a moment, it seemed like they could breathe.

But moments of peace were always fleeting for the Pogues.

It was Kie who noticed first, her sharp eyes scanning the group as if she were mentally ticking off a checklist. Something didn't add up. A gnawing feeling settled in her gut, like a wave threatening to crash and drag her under.

"Guys," she began, her voice tight and rising in pitch, "where's JJ and Rory?"

Her words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and immediate. The group froze, their collective relief evaporating like mist under the harsh sun.

John B's heart lurched at the question, and his face fell as if the ground had crumbled beneath him. His eyes darted frantically around the ship's massive frame, as if Rory and JJ would appear if he just looked hard enough. But they didn't.

"No, no, no," he muttered, his voice thick with panic. His fists clenched, knuckles turning white. "Where are they?" He repeated, his tone cracking under the weight of rising dread.

"Oh my God," Sarah whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. The blood drained from her face as the realization hit her like a tidal wave. Worry gripped her chest, squeezing like a vice until she could hardly breathe.