Josephine Routledge is the twin sister to John B Routledge. Their dad goes missing during the search for the famous shipwreck, the Royal Merchant. The twins and their friends, JJ, Pope, and Kiara, come across the sunken boat that holds a clue to the...
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We all sat in silence at The Wreck. Well, all of us minus JJ.
"He'll come around. He's doing a JJ thing."
I glared at the table.
"You think he'll go home?"
My chin began trembling as I grew angry.
"There's about a zero percent chance that JJ goes home."
Angry tears gathered in my eyes.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Sarah responded. "Are you?"
"I mean, I'm on one piece, so..."
"Okay," Pope sighs. "It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal, so our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it, bring it all up at once, put it in, in a safe or vault or something, I don't know, just until we can find someone who won't rip us off.
"I can figure it out tonight, get it done, and we can be out there as early as tomorrow morning."
"Alright, let's do it. Let's go."
"What about that thing with my dad?"
"Shit."
"What thing?" I asked, still glaring at the table.
"I have to go fishing with Ward."
I scoffed, smiling humorlessly.
"You can't get four-hundred mil 'cause you're gonna go kill fish?"
"Look, I have to go."
"Blow it off. It's four-hundred million in gold!"
"Make something up!"
"Look, I have to, okay? He saved me, alright? If it weren't for Ward, I'd be in foster care, so I have to go. Plus it'll be better to do it at night."
There's a long pause.
"Fine. Fine, go fishing."
"And, at least JJ will probably have washed up by then."
My chair scraping loudly against the floor had all eyes on me as I stood up.
"Washed up like the trash you just treated him like?"
"Jo-"
"No! Shut up, Pope. He took the fucking fall for you. He wen't to jail, so you wouldn't lose your precious scholarship."
Pope didn't say anything.
"Josephine, relax-"
"Relax? You want me to relax? You don't know me, Sarah! You don't even know JJ, so how could you even begin to understand what we are going through right now? When you sit in your fucking plantation mansion and get everything handed to you on a silver platter, how could you possibly know the struggles?"
