chapter two, THE FISH MIGHT BE HIGH TONIGHT

Emelia was waiting on the dock outside of her run down house in a loose shirt and bikini bottoms, the top under her shirt. She didn't know where she got the shirt from, just found it in her small closet and threw it on.

"Look at this! It's a wild gorilla to our right!" JJ joked, holding his hand up to his mouth like a radio. Emelia rolled her eyes and flipped JJ off. "Look at this! It's a stupid fucking monkey right in front of me!" Emelia said as she got onto the HMS Pogue.

JJ whistled. "Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What, did Pope steal the good side?" He said, giggling at his own joke as Emelia hit him on the back of his head and suppressed her smile. They slowly pulled up to Heyward's shop, seeing Pope hosing down the dock and his dad next to him. JJ, Pope, and Heyward got into a 'fight', JJ throwing in all of his sarcastic comments.

"Day after the hurricane is a free day!" JJ said, and Emelia smiled at Heyward, waving at him. He shook his head, smiling lightly. "We'll bring him back in one piece!" She promised with a smile as they drove away. Pope got onto the boat as Heyward shouted after them, shaking his head when he saw the shirt Emelia wore.

"Hey is that my shirt?" Pope asked, pinching the material Emelia wore on her body, and Emelia shrugged, smiling. "Guess so. Wonder how it got into my closet," she said, smiling up at him.

"Guess you and Pope shared the same side of the bed," JJ mumbled, noting Emelia's change in tone when Pope showed up. Pope reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy bar, handing it to Emelia.

Emelia smiled and accepted the candy bar, sitting down next to Pope as they pulled up to Kiara's dock. "Morning boys and my favorite girl," Kiara said, smiling as JJ helped her onto the boat. She set down the cooler full of beers onto the boat floor, and Emelia walked up to it, grabbing two beers. She walked back to Pope and offered it to him, but he shook his head.

"More for me," Emelia said, shrugging. "Haha, nice try," Pope deadpanned, grabbing the bottle and tossing it to Kiara. "Meanie," Emelia said, and Pope smiled at her sarcastically. "Thanks, I love you too," he said sarcastically. Emelia smiled at him as he said this. "You want a massage?" She asked, and Pope nodded.

Nobody knew why Emelia always gave Pope massages, not even her. People guess it started when Pope was stressed about a test one day in middle school, and Emelia gave him a massage to calm him down. Now she just give him massages for fun.

"JJ if you get beer in my hair I'm going to shove that bottle down your throat," Emelia called to JJ who was bragging about his party trick and was currently standing on the nose of the boat and opening up his beer.

He titled his head and the bottle back and beer started tipping out of the bottle and blowing with the wind into the other Pogues. About five percent of the beer actually got into JJ's mouth. "JJ what the fuck!" Emelia called, before being cut off by the boat suddenly jolting forward, sending JJ into a front flip into the bottle.

"Shit!" Kiara said as they all got up and made their way to the nose of the boat. "What was that?" She asked, and John B shrugged. "I must've hit a sandbar of something," John B responded as JJ came up, coughing up the water.

"I swear my heels touched the back of my head," he said, swimming closer to the boat with the beer. "But I saved the beer," he said, looking proud of himself. "Wow, good job J," Emelia said, rolling her eyes. She turned and saw Pope staring into the water.

"Pope?" She queried, and he pointed into the water. "What's that? Right there?" He asked, pointing at the faint silhouette of a boat. "Is that a boat? That's a boat!" Pope said.

"No way," Emelia whispered in shock. "That is a boat!" Emelia said, her hand lightly hovering over Pope's arm as she leaned over the nose of the boat. They all stripped down into their bathing suits and dived in, swimming down to look at the boat. When Emelia ran out of air, she swam back up, her friends following suit.

"That's a fucking Grady White!" She said. The all swam to the boat, and Kiara helped Emelia get up. "Those things are expensive," she said, whistling.

"That's what Pope and I saw when we were out surfing," JJ said, taking only Kiara by surprise. "Which I'm still not happy you did," Emelia said, holding Pope's shirt out to him. He shook his head and smiled at her, and Emelia returned the smile and put it on.

"You two surfed the surge?" Kiara asked, highly disappointed in them. Emelia nodded. "I was pissed at them," Emelia said to Kiara. "Idiots," she said, smiling as she name-called Pope and JJ, who feigned a look of hurt.

The conversation changed at Pope's words. "Who even owns that boat?" He asked, and the group shrugged. "We're gonna find out," John B said, grabbing the anchor. "Hey I thought you were smarter than JJ," Emelia said.

"I'm not?" John B asked as he threw the anchor down. Emelia snorted as Pope went and sat next to her. "Not diving down there you're not. It's too far down. You'd kill yourself." John B rolled her eyes at her words, and she rolled them back more dramatically.

"If you drown I'm not bringing you back. I'll let the fish feast on you're fatass," Emelia said as everyone but John B chuckled at her words. "Neither am I," JJ said, and Pope nodded, agreeing with the two before him.

Kiara stood up, looking up at John B with the softest eyes Emelia's ever seen her use. "John B─" Kiara started with him. "Diver down fool," Pope said to him, smiling at him.

"Diver down," John B responded, rolling his eyes at Emelia's sly middle finger she had on her thigh as she whistled and looked at Pope acting all innocent. JJ got up and waved at John B sarcastically before shoving him in. Half a minute later, Emelia looked over the edge.

"JJ if you've killed that son of a bitch I will send you down there too and allow the fish to get high," Emelia threatened, but before JJ could respond to her clear as day threat, John B popped up.

"Any dead bodies?" Emelia asked him quickly. "Looting potential?" JJ continued with the rapid fire questions. John B shook his head. "Just a motel key," he said, holding up the key to a very familiar looking motel.

"Well what's that going to do for us?" Emelia questioned, and John B looked at her as he climbed onto the boat. "Get us into a motel room," he said, smiling at her annoyed face. "Don't make me hold your head underwater," she said as she walked off from him.

( NOTES )

gimme what emelia and pope have.
now.