𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 ✰ 𝙟𝙟 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠 [UNDER REWRITE]

t h r e e

"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go." Kie said, taking off her shirt.

"You think there's a dead body down there?" Pope asked, as we jumped into the water. "Guys wait up!"

"Get your ass in here Pope!"

We swam down to the boat and examined it before coming back up for air. 

"You guys saw that right?" JJ asked, popping up out of the water.

"Yeah I did." I laughed.

"That's a Grady White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy." JJ climbed onto the boat. "That's a primo rig."

"Yeah, that's the boat we saw when me and Wren surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

"You surfed the surge?" Kie asked us.

"Yeah, that's my boy. Pogue style." JJ high fived John B.

"I'm right here." I held out my arms

"Fine, you too." JJ smirked, high fiving me.

"What the heck?" Kie mumbled.

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

"No, but we're about to find out." John B said, getting the anchor.

"Dude its too deep."

"Oh for the weak and feeble JJ."

"Well, I'm not  resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front."

"That's fine."

"John B." Kie sighed.

"What?"

"Diver down fool." Pope said.

"Diver down."

"Yeah he is." JJ said, shoving John B into the water.

We waited, hovering over the water for John B to come up.

"Should we go get him?" Pope asked.

"Mayb-" I was cut short by John B popping up for air.

"Oh my God. That took forever!" Kie said.

"Never do that again." I sighed.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asked.

"Looting potential?"

"No, no. I found this motel key." John B replied.

"A key."

"Yes a key, Pope."

"Great. We salvaged a motel key." JJ said.

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

"Yeah and not work all summer. Thanks Agatha, ya batch."

~*~*~*~*~*~

We walked into the coast guard's hut. It was filled with people chattering and yelling.

"Excuse me." John B tried to cut in.

"Hey man, we found a boat." JJ said, but was talked over by everyone yelling.

"You're- you're gonna wanna hear this."

"Hey! Calm down!" The man yelled and went back to talking about a dog with diabetes.

"Well that went well." Pope said as we walked out of the hut.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat." John B held up the motel keys.