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See, there's a moment in everyone's life, young or old, when you feel like anything and everything is possible. Like you've got the total mojo and that you could conquer the world in a snap if you wanted to. You could fly to the moon, sit on a cloud, or overthrow the government— well, you get the point. The whole world is there for the taking of you've got the sack to go for it.
And then, when all is going good and you least expect it, some kook shows up and tells you that there's no eternal mystery. And then all that talk about the moon and clouds and overthrowing the government.... bullshit. Magic gets a terminal illness and dies.
"It's not there." I sighed, growing frustrated. "Look, just pull the damn drone up." Thunder rumbled overhead and I looked away from the monitor that had just crushed my spirit, my eyes squeezed shut. I don't know if crushed was the right word to use for how I was feeling— it felt more like someone stomped on my hope for the eighth time this week. I walked into the covered part of the boat, plopping down on a seat by JJ. Pope rambled on about how we could try again while I leaned forward and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down and forget this stupid treasure hunt that I had put so much faith in.
"—We can go back down!" Pope finished, JJ groaning from beside me.
"We've been through it three times. There's nothing there." The blonde tried to talk some sense into the other two, who were only making getting over this whole shebang worse.
"Shut up!" Kie whined at him.
"What? It's true!"
"The gold could be buried. We don't know." The girl shouted back.
"If it was there we would've found it! The things got a metal detector and it didn't pick up jack shit." I cut them both off, my voice breaking. "Somebody fucking beat us. Plain and simple."
"Or it was never there." The blonde said to himself as he looked back out to the water ahead. The storm had begun to grow rougher, the dawn had turned to day, and I wanted nothing more than to go into my bed and cry. I don't even know if I can muster up the courage to go back to the Château.
"That too," I replied weakly, putting my head in my hands.
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We got back to Heyward's by noon, which allowed me to drive the H.M.S Pogue back to the dock at my house, fully expecting to just flop in my bed and cry as soon as I got in. Defeat and pure frustration thrummed in my chest, and because we wouldn't be able to get any more PBRs until later, I had no way to ignore my emotions. So I opted to cry.
