𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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﹙ 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 ﹚'ˎ˗

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flora sat on the edge of the dock in her bikini, a brown baseball cap on her head that she had stolen from jj's collection. she looked at where kie and john b had disappeared to under the water.

"god bless geeks, pope. truly, man." she heard jj say, "what would we do without you to control the drones?" he continued, walking to stand right behind flo.

"technically, it's not a drone. it's a rov," pope argued but jj ignored him as flora leaned back on his leg.

"shut up. shut up. it's too early for that right now."

"hey, look, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim." john b said.

"it's such bullshit. why do we have to do that?" jj whined.

"because, j, there's this thing called the marine time salvage law. you can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop up a bunch of stuff." flo said, tilting her head up to peer at jj, who was leaned over the railing above her head.

"god, i forget how much of a nerd you are sometimes" jj teased, as he nudged the leg she was leaning on so that her body jolted.

"don't be a dick." flora retorted and furrowed her eyebrows at him. jj smiled contagiously, resulting in a smile being pulled onto flora's features as she struggled to look up at him without her hat getting in the way.

"did you?" john b questioned from the water, looking between flo and jj.
jj shook his head so fast, it seemed as if it was about to snap off. he waved his hand in front of his neck quickly.

"did he what?" flora asked as she looked from john b to jj, who shyly smiled at her. she turned her confused gaze to kiara just in time to see john b's head sink under the water next to her.

"this tether's like really long. in the wrong weather this thing could get pushed around," pope said.

"so we just gotta wait for the right weather then," flo said as she helped pull kie up the ladder.

"at slack tide?" kie asked.

"well, today is not that day," pope said, his statement punctuated by the rumbling of thunder.






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