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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 distraction
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The Pogues walked out to what they thought was the wharf, dawning their new attire to fit in to their atmosphere. Kyla had put on a dark red headpiece with a gray, loose-fitted outfit to go with it.
"Looks super wharfy," Kiara commented. "It's gotta be it, no?"
"Yeah. Groff was on Hollis's boat, so look for something fancy," JJ told them.
"I mean, it's gotta be here. This is the only wharf in town," John B pointed out.
"I don't know 'bout no fancy boat, but that's Terrance's boat," Cleo said, pointing out into the wharf. "The one on the right."
"Are you sure?" Pope asked her.
"I grew up on that boat, I'd know that boat anywhere," Cleo assured him.
"Yeah, you can see the singe marks, Pope," JJ added.
"If his boat's here, that means the Corsairs are here," Pope realized.
"Which also means Groff's here," John B added on.
"And Tara," Kyla groaned, crossing her arms over her chest as she shared an unpleasant look with her sister who wore the same expression.
"And the one who killed Captain T," Cleo stated darkly.
"No lights."
"Weather sat's not turning."
"I'm not seeing motion on the boat."
"My vote is, we go storm the fort, see if we can use anything," JJ voiced before he went to go walk toward the boat, but Kyla grabbed his belt and pulled him back.
"Hey, no," she told him sternly as the other Pogues chimed in by telling him no.
"Not you. They know what your face looks like," Pope reminded him.
"Well — All right, Pope," JJ gave up and Kyla gave him a look, trying to remind him of their conversation they had earlier about being more careful. "Sorry," JJ muttered, looking down sadly like a little puppy. Kyla pursed her lips, rubbing his back comfortingly.
