Looking at the shipwreck, 1000 feet below them, Lea could see nothing that resembled treasure."It's not there." John B said, deflated. "Look, just- just pull the drone up. Shit."
"Look, we can do another pass, recharge the battery." Pope tried to remain positive. "We can go back down."
"We've been through it three times. There's nothing there." JJ shouted from the helm.
"Shut up!" Shouted Kie.
"What? It's true."
"The gold could be buried, we don't know!" Kie insisted.
"If it was there it would've been found by the metal detector, okay?" John B shouted.
"Somebody beat us to it." Lea sighed, leaning off the side of the boat.
"Or it was never there," muttered JJ.
They went silent, all five of them disappointed at getting their hopes up.
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The rattling of the front door caused Esme to glance up from the pile of wet clothes, rolling her eyes at her daughter. "For god's sake Kalea, gently!"
The rattling ceased for a minute before the doorknob turned again and with a shove of the shoulder, the door fell of its hinges.
Lea stopped, stunned, before letting the door slowly fall to the ground, "the hinges needed greasing anyway. I'll fix it." After a few hours nap to recover from their loss, she wanted nothing more than to just get back to the regular summer schedule. Which included chores.
"And everytime you fix it, it breaks twice as fast," Esme shook her head, throwing a bunch of laundry at Lea. "Is all your laundry in the tub?"
"Yep."
"Are those pants not dirty?" Esme pointed to Lea's blue tartan pyjama trousers.
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TACENDA - JJ Maybanks
Romancetacenda pronunciation | ta - 'chen - da (noun.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. their relationship was tacenda, brushed over with a 'we're just friends' - in which two pogues sit a little too close, laugh a little t...