underwater || outer banks- jj maybank

fourteen - grady white

fourteen - grady white

 Pope had led the discovery on a Grady-White, which, as JJ put it, was worth "500 Gs, easy." John B had discovered a motel key aboard the abandoned boat.

 It was the boat Layla and John B had seen when the surfed during Agatha.

 JJ was slightly annoyed with the girl that she had elected to surf the surge. He was protective over her, but Layla ultimately aspired to live every minute like it's her last; she just wanted to live like life was ending, mostly because it probably was.

 Much to Layla's dismay, the group elected to go report the sunken boat to the Coast Guard who had set up camp due to the hurricane. As Layla had expected and warned, the Coast Guard wouldn't give them the time of day.

 To further Layla's declining mood, John B led the march on going to the motel to find the owner of the boat. Kie had promised she could be a look-out. Layla was resting on the bow of the boat, her fist clenched tightly around her thumb in an attempt to absolve some of her anxiousness. It was very out of character for Layla to refuse an adventure, but something about the situation just didn't sit well with her. It was probably the fact that she assumed the owner of the boat was dead, which didn't appear to be a sentiment anyone else shared

They arrived at the dingy motel via HMS Pogue, Layla failing to recognize it; this was somewhere none of them would be caught dead.

 "I thought the Chateau looked bad," JJ remarked, as the small speedboat pulled up to the grass.

 "It looks like it's going to cave in," Layla added, glancing at the motel and having a sick feeling settle in her stomach.

 Kie added on to the insults targeted at the place that appeared inhabitable. "Motel or meth lab?" Mattresses were thrown on to the grass, sticks and logs being scattered. A boat was docked on the ground in front, trash decorating the banks of the water.

 "This doesn't seem like the type of place someone with a Grady-White would stay." John B glanced at the motel yet again.

 Layla shook her head. "Do you guys really think we should go up there? Maybe we should just leave it alone." Layla was hardly one to voice her concerns; she was always prepared for an adventure.

 JJ's eyebrows came together. "That sounds like something Pope would say." He rested his hand on her shoulder from behind her. "You okay?" he questioned, his words quiet.

 Layla nodded, inhaling deeply. "Yeah."

 JJ gave her shoulder a small squeeze, removing his hand from her shoulder. JJ, once again, used his radio sort of voice, "This is your captain speaking, HMS Pogue coming in for landing." He he;d the rope to tether to the boat, hopping off of the bow. He then steadied the boat as it docked against the bank.

 John B then followed JJ off of the boat. "Don't let him do anything stupid," Pope said to John B in reference to JJ.

 "You think I'm letting those two go in there with no supervision?" Layla questioned, following John B to the bow of the boat. 

Kie raised an eyebrow. "And you're any better?" Her words were targeted at the girl's similar immaturity at times.

Layla rolled her eyes at Kiara, JJ offering her a hand as she jumped into the grass next to him. Kie then passed John B the key. "Be careful. I mean it."

 Layla lightly nudged JJ at the encounter, smiling to herself; despite Kie's denial, she had always known they had a weird relationship. Kiara's outright concern made it more apparent.

 The pair walked past the mattresses strewn on the lawn, climbing the stairs to the motel. JJ's blatant harassment then began. He wrapped a hand around the back of John B's neck, the other caressing his face. "Just be so careful, John B," JJ mocked.