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After the group had an unsuccessful attempt at telling the coast guard, John B decided they should just go to the motel themselves and find out who owned the boat. Everyone except Pope was keen, and Claire found his reasons understandable considering the plan was technically a break-in...even though they had a key...
Claire decided to go in with John B and JJ, instead of doing the sensible thing and keeping lookout with Kie and Pope, but only because she was still a little on edge after being in the water. She figured getting back on land would help.
"I thought the Chateau looked bad." JJ said.
"This place is a shit show." John B added.
"Motel or meth lab?" Kie asked.
"You be the judge." Pope said.
"This doesn't really look like the type of place someone with an expensive boat stays." Claire pointed out.
"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed." Pope replied as the boat came to a slow stop at the bank.
"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing." JJ mimicked, then jumped off and fixed the anchor in place. John B lended Claire a hand as she stepped out of the boat.
"Thank you, kind sir." She said in a fake British accent.
"You're welcome, m'lady." He chuckled, mimicking her accent.
"Hey, Claire, don't let him do anything stupid." Pope said.
She looked between both boys, then back to Pope and asked, "Which him are you referring to?"
Pope stared at her blankly and she shrugged. "Can't make any promises."
"Uh, be careful." Kie said to John B. JJ and Claire shared a confused look, before following him through to the motel.
"Why are all these mattresses outside?" She asked.
"After a hurricane, they ditch 'em cause they're mouldy." JJ replied.
"Oh, right. We had hurricanes back home, but never this bad."
"I always thought Australia was pretty similar to here, you know, with all the beaches and bad weather and stuff." John B said.
"Depends on where you live. I lived in Sydney, which is a big city and not tropical in the slightest." She replied. "Anyways, what was that about?"
"What?"
"You and Kie."
"Yeah, you know...'Just be so careful, John'." JJ mocked, then started smothering John B playfully.
"God, you're so weird." John B said, shoving his best friend away. "I don't know, okay? Maybe she wants us to be careful."
"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, 'oh! Be so careful, John B'." JJ continued. Claire rolled her eyes at his antics.
