Sweet // JJ Maybank

The Pogues

JJMAYBANK- 

That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade.
He's about as local as they come.
Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water.
Best surfer I know. Just don't tell him I said that.
Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

KIARA CARRERA

And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her.
When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us.
I'm not really sure why, though.
So, she's a rich kid, actually.
- Foot in both worlds.
Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution.
Total cash cow with the tourists.
You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us.
We all have a thing for her, pretty sure Ellie also has a thing for her.
Except for JJ.

POPE HEYWARD

That's Pope, the brains of the operation... finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship.
- And the smartest person I know.
Little bit of a weirdo.
His father's this legendary character, Heyward.
Anything you wanted on the island; Heyward could get for you.
Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

ELIZABETH MILLER

And that's Elizabeth Miller, Ellie as we call her, or Beth as JJ calls her.
Ki's best friend since the first grade, their moms grew up together in Figure Eight.
Closest thing I have to a sister
She was born a kook, but they lost most of their money when her dad left them emptying their bank account, so they moved back home, with us.
She's the pogue's princess as a lot of people call her.
Knows everything and everyone on the island that can make our lives easier.
While Pope is book smart, Ellie is street smart and can get us out of most situations that JJ puts us in.
She also makes a mean chicken casserole
We all had a thing for her at one point, especially JJ.

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

And that's me, John Booker Routledge.
And this is where I live.
An old fish shack on the marsh. The Château, as my dad used to call it.
There's Dad.
He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck.
Who disappears at sea these days?
I miss him.
And then there's Mom. She split when I was three.
Last I heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado.
Uncle T! That's Uncle T.
Since Dad's vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian.
At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses....
...which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my friends.
Three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead.
I refused to sign the papers.
Until I see a body, I'm not giving up.