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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗪𝗢 vulnerable
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Rafe sailed the boat through the water and they ended up passing Poguelandia, causing them to think of the memories they shared together in that home.
Despite Kyla not being there as much as the others since she only had time to come back and visit during breaks, she had thought over the fun times they had there.
From the cooking dinner together, to the praying at the dinner table, to the Just Dance battles, to the parties. Everything had been perfect.
Until it wasn't.
"Goodbye, island paradise," Kiara waved in a sad voice, distracting them from their thoughts of their home to the future events that were about to take place. "So, what, we're just on our way to Africa now? Quick little weekend trip?"
"What about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross," Pope reminded them, thinking about how Rafe stole it and melted it down. "And now we want to go after the crown with him? That makes zero sense."
"Doesn't take Pope to figure that part out," Cleo commented.
"Sarah, you're his family. How do we deal with Rafe?" John B asked.
"I don't know. I really have no idea," she answered truthfully.
"All right, well, it seems like we're stuck on this boat with him so we gotta talk to him," John B pointed out.
"Talk to Rafe?" JJ spoke up in disbelief as he sat on the ground.
"Well, you're definitely not talking to him," John B shut him down.
"Oh, I'm not doing it, right. Okay, what did I do now?" The blonde questioned.
"Look, it just might be easier if we handle it, okay?" Kiara tried to reason. "You might trigger him and that's, like, the last thing we need."
"Trigger him?!" JJ exclaimed. "Yeah, I trigger him because I get shit done, all right?"
"Yeah, like felonies and forcing us out of the country for potentially the rest of our lives," John B deadpanned. "So why don't you park your ass right there and just sit this one out?"
