riptide- outer banks

seventy-nine | you know french, right?

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Kori let out a breath as she stepped out of the taxi. They'd made it three steps in South America before Ward had tried to come with them. He actually thought they'd agree, too. Luckily, Sarah told him no, that he needed to go home. Logan had said as much, just in more colorful terms.

And luckily for the son of a bitch's sake, Cleo had held him back. She'd stopped him from taking the remaining steps to his dad and knocking him onto his ass. And he would've done it. Again.

She turned around, taking in the chaos that was Tres Rocas. There were crowds and crowds of people, various fireworks going off every few minutes. It was a celebration. People were celebrating. It must've been a holiday or something.

There was a lot going on though. Every direction she turned in, something was going on. And with her colossal height, she would be lucky enough to get lost. She stayed close to her friends as they started forward, making their way through the crowd.

"All right, so we gotta assume Singh's already gone upriver." John B announced, stopping to face them. "We're looking for a guy named Jose. He's gonna take us to the dig site."

"Jose." Pope repeated, head shaking. "Do you have a last name or..."

"I do not have a last name." John B admitted, gaze instinctively dropping.

"Shit. It's gonna be like trying to find a teardrop in da ocean." Cleo realized.

Kori's eyes suddenly lit up as she whipped to Logan. "Shit! You know French, right?"

The brunette's brow drew tightly together. "What?"

"No, no, I just—" She paused, hand flaying out. "I remember Ward saying on the Coastal Venture that you and Sarah speak French. Right?"

Logan's lips parted. "Yeah. French."

"Kori, they speak Spanish here." Pope reminded her.

She turned to him, eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Well, no shit. I know that. But French and Spanish are pretty much the same thing. I mean, how different could they be?"

Logan's face contorted, eyes flying shut. Both hands lifted to his face, coming up to either of his temples. "'The same thing?' I— what?!"

"Yeah, no. Spanish and French are pretty different." Sarah explained, eyes only narrowing.

"So you two can't help us then?" Kori questioned.

"No." They said in unison.

Kori made a face, arms subsequently folding across her chest. "Fine. I was just spitballing. You guys figure it out then."

Sarah shook her head, mind racing with various possibilities. "Well, I'm assuming river guides probably hang out by the river?"

"Yeah, but if they're anything like the guides in OBX, they're probably getting drunk on holiday." Pope pointed out.

"So divide and conquer?"

"Let's do it." John B piped up.

Pope and Cleo headed in the opposite direction as the other four remained on the street. They knew what they needed to do though. Kori went to turn around, Logan likely starting to follow her when Sarah and John B stopped them.

Locking onto the impulsive blonde's gaze, John B's brow raised. "No. You're staying with me, Kor. You're practically my little sister and JJ would kill me if you got lost or shot or died— I don't know. We're in another country—"