BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
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𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬
blood//water ──── grandson
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖧𝖠𝖲 𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖠 𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭 𝖲𝖮 𝖶𝖤 𝖭𝖤𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖮 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖵𝖤𝖲，and what better way to do that than to help Heyward deliver groceries to Figure Eight. While it would be nice to check out the Merchant wreck with the fancy drone we "borrowed", a storm is brewing which means it's unsafe for us to venture out into the water, but there's always tomorrow.
Today JJ and I are being helpful.
While I'd like to consider myself a useful person, I'm not nearly as accommodating as Heyward. I tend to stay away from work, but today I am here, at Heyward's service even if that service requires us to deliver groceries to the evil── a.k.a Kooks.
I take several bags from Heyward, and I pass them off to Pope who places them on the boat. "You three get these groceries over to Figure Eight," Heyward instructs, turning away to grab other bags. "Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'. I promised deliveries by this afternoon. Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of..." He picks up the bags, turns back and finds JJ holding his arms out willingly. "Oh, thank you, JJ."
Once all the bags are loaded onto the boat, we set off for the dark side. I hate Figure Eight with a burning passion, and there's been only a few instances where I've actually stepped onto their turf. I try not to get too close. I'd rather die than be subjected to their golf, polo shirts, and country clubs. They don't like Pogues on their side of the island, and we don't like them on ours, but that doesn't stop them, does it?
I offered to help, and while I'd rather not step foot on Figure Eight territory, it's nice to do something rather than sitting around, waiting for the weather to change so we can head out on the water to stare at a shipwreck.
Besides, I've never been this useful before.
We cross over onto enemy lines, and I swear on my life, there's a chill.
