Remember When {JJ Maybank}

3

"Shut up." John B said, their friends in denial to what Pope just said.

"No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's like a boat down there, for real!" Pope pointed into the murky waters.

JJ and Maggie swam over to the area Pope was pointing to. Their friends joined them, swimming down to the sunken boat. They got a good look at it before forcing themselves back up to gasp for air.

"You guys saw that right?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, we did." Maggie breathed, wiping the water droplets from her face.

"That's a Grady-White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs easy." JJ said as he pulled himself into the HMS Pogue. He turned around, his hands crossed and extending out to pull Maggie into the boat. She thanked him as she grabbed both his hands, hoisting herself onto the ledge. JJ carefully held her waist before pulling her all the way in.

"That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge." John B said, "maybe it hit the jetty or something."

"I'm sorry you did what now?" "You surfed the surge?" The two girls glared at the boy.

"That's my boy. Pogue style." JJ grinned, earning a smack on the back of his head by Maggie.

"Wait do we know whose boat that is?" Pope asked.

"I can't stand them, they just-" "I know!" Kie and Maggie rolled their eyes, Maggie pushing her wet hair from her face.

"Diver down, fool." Pope saluted the boy, "diver down." "Yeah he is." JJ laughed as he pushed John B into the water.

Maggie stood where John B fell into the water, biting her thumb nail.

"Should we go get him?" Pope asked, John B immediately popping out of the water.

"Jesus, John B." Maggie breathed out.

"Any dead bodies?" "Looting potential?"

"No, I found this motel key."

"Great! We salvaged a motel key." JJ grimminced.

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we'll get a finders fee." Kie offered the idea.

"Yeah, and not work all summer. Thanks, Agatha, ya batch." JJ grinned, his eyes trained on Maggie who took a sip of her drink.
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The group got off the boat in an attempt to talk to the coast guard, however no one could get a word in due to a frantic woman and angry man.

"So what's the plan?" Pope asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." John B said, holding the motel key in his hand.

"We don't know whose room that is. It could belong to anyone." Pope countered.

"I'm in." JJ said, reaching over and yanking the key out of John B's hand.

"Come on Pope, we'll be lookout." JJ tossed the keys into Maggie's hands, who threw them into Kie's.

The group got into the boat, Maggie stood at the front of the boat as they made their way through the water. JJ walked up behind her and easily wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.