adrift. |jj maybank|

three.

"Jealous, Saigey?"

"Its Scooter Grubbs." a young girl from the Cut says, showing the group a picture of the dead body she got. Saige puts a hand over her mouth and JJ grabs onto her shoulders, pulling her away from the picture. "Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it." The group exchanges a look. 

Saige struggles to shake the image of the lifeless body from her head as they head back to John B's place. The last time she saw a dead body, it was a child's. And it was her fault. 

"We didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pope says, stepping onto the porch. 

JJ nods, "Actually, Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny." 

Kie looks around at her friends, "Guys, we can't keep that money."

"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ says, leaning against the railing next to Saige. 

Kie glares at him, "We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma." She looks to Saige for support but Saige just stares at her hands, unable to focus on anything but the memories the dead body brings up. 

Saige steps inside the house. "She good?" John B asks as he watches her walk away.

"Shut up, man." JJ says as he follows her inside. Saige paces across the messy living room, running a piece of her hair through her hands over and over. JJ grabs her hands to stop her and pulls her into a hug. 

"She's dead." Saige whispers into his chest. 

JJ holds onto her hair, "I know." She stays with her head resting against his chest for a minute before remembering what they are now. She breaks away and quickly wipes away a tear before heading back outside. 

"Square groupers, bro." John B says to Pope as JJ and Saige rejoin the conversation on the deck. Kie sends Saige a questioning look and she waves her off. "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?" 

JJ leans his arms on the deck, "They were straight smugglin'." 

"And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck." John B says, pointing to each of his friends. 

JJ stands up and pulls on the rod, "Hell, yeah. Fish on!" Saige follows her friends back inside as JJ cheers about his fish. 

Pope sits on John B's bed, "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it, it probably belongs to someone else." 

Saige shrugs from the doorframe, "Minor details." 

"They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid." Pope says, looking at all of his friends. 

"Stupid is just a word those afraid of a little adventure use." Saige says, smiling at Pope. He shakes his head at her. 

JJ points at Saige before turning back to Pope, "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time." 

JJ fans out the money, "All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." 

Kie looks up at JJ, "And how exactly do we do that?"

John B and Saige exchange a look, "Kegger?" 

Saige finds herself in charge of getting a keg with John B while the others get supplies. "You do the talking." John B says as they walk over to the garage of Ben Carter, a twenty something year old well known for his supply of kegs.