RAFE WAS A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS SOMETIMES. Bree was walking behind Pope and Cleo, covering them on their way to the captain's quarters to get him to order the crew in one place so that they could lock them all down there. All of a sudden, a figure appeared behind them, and her eyes widened when she recognized it as her ex-boyfriend. She swore that they made eye contact, and she heard him mutter, "Bree?"

"Rafe, Rafe, Rafe," she announced to Pope and Cleo, pushing them around a corner as fast as she possibly could so that the Cameron boy would not see them. "He's already seen me. You go ahead. I'll hold him off."

"Okay, be careful," the Heyward boy told her. He did not argue because they did not have time. He could already hear the footsteps approaching them quickly.

She nodded, gesturing for them to move and run to where they needed to go before Rafe could catch them in the act. She assured him, "Don't worry. I got this." The other two wasted no time in sprinting down the path and turning around the next corner just as Bree turned around and ran straight into the Cameron boy's chest.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned when he saw that it was actually her and not just someone that kind of resembled her.

Her heart was beating really fast as she scrambled to come up with an answer that was not suspicious. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how absolutely impossible that was. "Oh, you know, just out for a boat ride."

"It's a cargo ship," he pointed out, which was a good point since it was not exactly the boat you went on for a joyride, especially since the Callaway girl had no clue where the hell the boat was actually going. She just realized that. They had gotten on that boat and did not know where they were going to land and whether it was even on the same continent.

Then, she raised her eyebrows and came up with a better response than some lousy excuse that definitely was not going to work. "Then, why are you here?"

"Drop the act," he ordered, and all of a sudden, Bree's back hit the wall behind her. She inhaled deeply as Rafe's arm caged her so that she could not escape. He quizzed angrily. "Where are your friends?"

"What friends?" she asked, trying to play as dumb as possible so that maybe, just maybe, he would believe her.

He did not. He just scoffed and rolled his eyes, slamming his fist on the wall next to her head, causing her to flinch as the stone vibrated behind her. "Your little Pogue friends. Where the fuck are they?"

"They're not here," she insisted, refusing to break character and give him even more reason to not believe her. "They're back at Outer Banks."

"You must think I'm really stupid, don't you?" he asked her with raised eyebrows, lowering his lips to her ear and speaking quietly so that only she could hear, even though there was no one around them to hear what he was saying anyway.

She tried to push him off of her, but he remained firm and strong, towering above her. "What the hell, Rafe?"

"You have three seconds to tell me where they are before I throw you off this ship," he ordered threateningly, and his hands were moving from the wall to wrap around her biceps, no matter how much she tried to shake herself free.

She repeated, once again, even though he was not going to believe her no matter what she said or how many times she said it. "I swear, I don't know where they are."

"One...Two...Three," he counted down slowly, and then he whipped her around to the other side of the pathway so that her back was against the railing. He was gently pushing her just slightly back so that her top half was a blow away from hanging over the water. She cried out when he did so, scared that she was about to go plunging into the water. He paused and tilted his head. "Wow, Bree, do you really think that little of me, that I would just leave you helpless in the ocean? I would never hurt you."

"You hit me in the face with a golf club," she reminded him bitterly.

He groaned loudly, banging his fist on the railing beside her. He was about to say something when a voice came on the intercom. "Attention, all passengers and crew. Report to the tween forward hull." It repeated, "Attention, all passengers, all crew, report to the tween forward hull. That's an order. Repeat. All hands and all passengers report to the tween forward hull immediately."

"This isn't over," the Cameron boy grumbled into her ear before releasing her and storming down the hallway. She furrowed her eyebrows as she watched his retreating figure.

What the hell was that?

After that very weird encounter with Rafe, Bree ran below deck to where Kie and JJ were supposed to be. She yelped when she ran into someone, but as soon as their hands wrapped around her arms to keep her steady, she knew who it was. "JJ, hi."

"Hey," he muttered back before releasing her and rubbing his hands on his shirt awkwardly.

Kie furrowed her eyebrows from behind the blonde boy when she noticed the interaction between the two. She asked with a questioning look, "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah, great. Let's go get us a cross," she answered her before the Maybank boy even had a chance to speak. There was no way that whatever he was going to say would not break her heart once again. Without another word, they ran into a room that had a bunch of crates and smile when they spotted the one that they were looking for.

"Here she is," JJ muttered when he recognized it as the one that Rafe stood in front of when they loaded it on the boat. They uncovered the cross that was covered in some sort of cloth tarp and smiled up at the Callaway girl, referring to their earlier conversation, "Surf trip."

Her smile fell from her face, and his did the same when he realized what he said. She just nodded slowly. She was so grateful when a lock clicked and the large dors above them slid open to reveal the Heyward boy. She cheered, "Whoo!"

"That's what I'm talking about! Let's go!" the blonde boy yelled when he saw his friend standing above them.

Kie laughed as Pope lifted his fist above his head like he was above to give some inspirational speech to his friends, and he kind of did. "The time where people do shit to us and we just sit back and take it is over."

"Whoo! That's my boy!" JJ shouted, pumping his fist in the air excitedly as they got ready to lift the cross out of there. Pope ran out to the side, and Bree figured that he was going to the crane. "Let's get this done, baby! Whoo!"

"Hell yeah!" the Carrera girl chuckled out, and then, they started tying part of the cloth tarp that the cross had been wrapped in around the top and sides of the cross, creating something that the crane could hook onto in order to bring the artifact up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the hook above them began to lower, and once it was low enough, they hooked it onto the cross. JJ shot his friend in the crane a thumbs up. "Take her up, Pope."

"Slow. Slowly!" Kie said.

"Bring her in to the middle," the Maybank boy directed him, still holding onto the part of cloth that hung off of the cross just in case as the Heyward boy started to raise the hook. All of a sudden, the blonde boy went swinging into the stack of crates a couple of yards away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Bree shook her head, waving aggressively so that Pope could see her as she yelled, "No! Too far! It's too far! Pope! Your other middle!"

"Sorry! My bad!" Pope apologized.

"Send it up, Pope," came a voice — that the brunette girl recognized as Cleo's — from above them, and they saw her standing above them around the spot where Pope was previously. "You got it."

The Heyward boy yelled to her in question over the loud noises of the crane and the cross knocking against things on its way out, "Did John B get the lifeboat?"

"I don't see him," the girl replied with a shrug as she ran to the side so that the golden artifact did not go swinging into her and knocking her off of the boat. "Hurry!"

"Right there. Okay. There it is. Yeah. Bree, let's go help John B load it up on the lifeboat," JJ told the Callaway girl once the cross was right where they wanted it. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion because the last thing that she expected was him wanting to be alone with her, but she followed him nonetheless because, again, they did not have time to argue.

The two teenagers crept along the wall of the ship. The entire crew was below deck, but they would not be surprised if Rafe or Ward found a way out. After a second, JJ spoke up, "Hey, about that—"

"It's not important," she cut him off, knowing what he wanted to talk about. They had more important things to worry about, and she was not totally sure that she would be able to get through that conversation without crying.

He did not say anything for a moment, but since he was JJ, he could not let it go. He just had to make sure that she was fine with everything. "You just seemed a little pissed off about it earlier."

"I'm not pissed off," she assured him, even though she kind of was. She did not want him to feel bad, though, so she just went with it. "You don't want to mess up the group dynamic. I get it."

"Okay, whatever you say."

She paused once they reached a corner and realized that that was where they were supposed to meet John B with the lifeboat. "This is it. It's clear. Let's go."

"I don't see him," the Maybank boy informed her, but she had frozen because of who was standing in front of them. It was the captain of the ship, the one that Pope and Cleo went after. He was supposed to be tied up in his quarters.

"Of course. There's more of you," the man sneered, causing the blonde boy to whip around and step in front of the girl when he saw him. Their eyes widened when they saw the huge machete in his hand. "Get down on your knees."

JJ shook his head. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." He lunged toward the boy, and Eberhimi swung the weapon at him. He ducked luckily, causing the man's knife to slam into the wall next to the brunette girl's head. "Go, go, go! Hit him, B!" She punched the man in the face, hurting her fist in the process. "Where's John B?"

"John B!" the girl yelled, running over to the railing of the boat and shouting it out into the water to see if he was somewhere out there, just on his way.

"Bree!" the blonde boy shrieked, and she whipped around to see the captain swinging the machete at her. She ducked just in time, but he came swinging the other way. There was no way that she was dodging that, but luckily JJ jumped onto his back and grabbed ahold of the weapon. The man backed into the railing behind him and elbowed the boy in the stomach, causing him to groan and let go. He swung at the Callaway girl once again and missed. Unfortunately for the Maybank boy, he was right in the line of fire, and he not hit square in the head by the blunt end of the machete.

He went flipping into the water, and the worry for him was enough to power her kick to Eberhimi's stomach, making him fall to the ground. She rushed to the railing and looked over to see that the blonde boy was not moving in the water. He was face down, and he was going to drown. She screamed, "JJ!"

And then she dove in.