I DIDN'T say anything to John B after I had calmed down, instead I just stood next to him with my eye peeled for marine patrol just incase the police had gotten a tip of us escaping on water. He held arm around my shoulders for comfort and I relaxed into my friends side. I was grateful he was here and that we were doing this together.

The two of us listened to the weather report through the radio on the boat as lightning cracked in the clouds above us.

"Weather advisory for Tropical Storm Danielle, expected to make landfall, in the Outer Banks and surrounding areas within the hour. Wind speeds are 65 miles per hour and rising—"

"—John B!"

My brows furrowed and I looked over at the docks we were passing, seeing a blonde girl running up one of them to us, "What?" I murmured in confusion.

"S-Sarah!" John B shouted and it was only then could I make her out clearly. She ran quickly down the long dock to us as we passed them on Figure Eight and I shook my head in disbelief.. how she'd managed to find us I would never know.

"John B, wait!" She shouted.

"Sarah!" He shouted to her again.

"Dude, pull over." I said to my friend hurriedly as he slowed the boat down, turning the wheel so we could get to the dock. Sarah was already waiting for the boat to stop and I held my hand out to help her on, "Hey."

She smiled weakly at me before hugging me unexpectedly. I froze for a minute before I wrapped my arms around her and accepted her bold gesture. It was strange, that was for sure, but knowing how much the two of us had gelled as friends made it feel all right. It was comforting and it was what I needed at the minute.

"I'm glad you're all right." She muttered to me.

I nodded into her shoulder as John B spoke to his girlfriend over my shoulder, "Hey. What are you doing?" He asked her, "I didn't think you were coming. You weren't at the dock."

Sarah and I pulled away from our hug and she walked over to John B slowly, cupping his cheek. I guess it wouldn't just be the two of us trying to mend our broken hearts, it would be them two together while I tried to mend my broken heart.

Third wheeling here I came.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, "You were just gonna leave without saying goodbye?" She asked him before pulling him in for a kiss after they chuckled. I turned away from their display of affection and busied myself looking at the docks on the back of the large houses that resided in Figure Eight.

"Never leave me again." Sarah murmured and the two kissed each other again.

It was awkward for me, standing with my back to them to one, give them privacy and two, because I didn't particularly want to see them kissing each other. I didn't want to see them happy when I felt so shit, as selfish as it sounded but it was true and it was the method behind my thinking at the moment.

I found myself looking up to the dark clouds that were blowing in from storm Danielle, they were darkening every time I looked at them and they made me anxious. If there was one thing my dad taught me about sailing that he stressed to me was that you should never sail on any body of water if there was a storm rolling in — no matter which direction it looked like it was heading in.

I was surprised my dad wasn't angry with me that I was out during a storm the day I slipped off Heyward's boat when we were looking for the Royal Merchant. While he wasn't mad with me though it really was a big 'I told you so' moment because it was dangerous and now I had the scar to prove it.

If the wind speeds were going to pick up to 60 miles per hour like the weather watchers predicted it to the waves were going to be unrideable. We would turtle in under those conditions and that thought was almost enough to scare me into jumping back on to the dock we were next to and suggesting to John B that we make a run for it in the morning instead.

We had to move, like now, if we wanted to try and cross the border before we got crushed by the water. 

I cleared my throat awkwardly as the dark sky started to bring the daylight down and turned back to John B and Sarah, "Uh, should I drive?" I asked, breaking them apart, "We need speed right now if we're gonna outrun this storm and well, I think I'm our best bet — no offence John B."

He shook his head with a small smile, "None taken." Was his reply and he stepped away from the wheel, "Go for it, we'll take it in turns."

"Sounds like a plan." I nodded, walking over towards the wheel. I pushed up on the throttle, the boat engine revving some what as we pulled away from the dock and I steered the boat with my other hand. I headed for the Point as we drove down the outskirts of Figure Eight, we had to go right up the side of the island to get to the open water to pass on and I just prayed marine patrol weren't anywhere near here to catch us.

The good thing? They didn't know what boat we were in and I didn't think the marsh was closed so I was hoping we would be all right. Incase we weren't though, I pushed the Phantom to her limits, driving faster than what any of my friends would. 

We were on the run, we needed speed right now.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sarah asked me.

"Up the coast?" I replied with a frown, glancing to her. Where else was I supposed to go?

"No, you can't." She shook her head, panic on her face, "This takes you to the Point."

"Yeah?" I asked, "What-what's wrong with that?"

"Sarah?" John B pressed, looking to his girlfriend anxiously.

"The police have a big set up at the Point." She said to us, "It's like their hub at the minute, the station is too far inland."

"So all the cops are at the Point?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded, "If the power is on over there they'll see us."

"Shit." John B swore.

I swallowed harshly as I drove. I wasn't sure what else we were supposed to do, there wasn't any other way to go. The Point was called the Point for a reason, because it was at the point of the south side of the island. It didn't matter which side of the coast we came down we would have to pass it and that meant the cops would see us regardless.

"I don't know what we're supposed to do." I said to my two friends, continuing to drive up.

"If they see us we've just gotta push." John B said, "JJ said the Phantom's quick."

"She is." I nodded, looking to them both, "Bermuda and back in sixteen hours, remember that story?" I asked him.

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded, "Course I do."

"All right so we just gun it." I nodded, looking back to the water.

"Do you really think she can outrun marine patrol?" Sarah asked us anxiously.

"These boats can outrun anything." I replied confidently as I tried to reassure ourselves, "That's why people used them for racing."

"She's right." John B nodded, "We'll be fine."

"I don't believe that Kildare cops would set up a base at the Point, though." I said, looking to Sarah, "They're too lazy for that sort of thing."

She looked to me anxiously and in her silence John B glanced at her, "Sarah?" He questioned her desperately.

Sarah chewed her bottom lip nervously, "They called in reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?" I questioned incredulously, my voice rising, "What kind of reinforcements?"

"SBI." She muttered.

"What the hell are SBI?" John B questioned.

I nodded in agreement. I'd heard of the FBI and the CIA but SBI was a new one. I didn't know anything like that existed.

"State Bureau of Investigation." Sarah informed us before she arched her brow, "Seriously you guys have never heard of them before?"

"Never needed to." I replied, swallowing nervously. The fact they'd called state detectives in really didn't sit well with me.. but they'd been here for however long and they still hadn't managed to catch John B and I. That was good surely? It meant there was still hope that we could make it out of this.

"How long have they been here?" John B asked and I could hear the anxiousness in his tone. It didn't fill me with much hope, I just wanted at least one of us to be positive that this was going to work but none of us were.

"This morning I guess." Sarah shrugged, not knowing the answer.

I furrowed my brows as I thought back to this morning, where I was sitting in that tiny shack when I heard the blades of a helicopter fly over me, "They'd of flown in, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, probably." Sarah said to me.

"I heard them go over this morning." I turned to them both, "It was about ten o'clock."

"Well that's that then." John B muttered, "We'll be all right." He tried to comfort.

We settled back into silence and it didn't take long before the big houses of Figure Eight grew smaller and smaller until they started to resemble ones of the chateau. We'd made it on to the cut and as the night rolled in we neared the Point.

As we drove past the island I noticed almost all of the power on the Cut was still out meaning it hadn't actually been restored yesterday after all. This was an advantage of ours for sure, if there was no power no one would be able to see us out on the water if we kept the lights on the boat off. We would blend right in with the dark.

For once luck was actually on our side.

"Hey, hey Mal." John B said to me and I turned my head to him, "Slow down."

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows, "Wh—"

That's when I saw it.

"Oh shit." I muttered, relaxing my hold on the throttle as the boat started to slow as we approached the Point. I saw in the distance as industrial lights had been set up to illuminate the ground of the Point. There were big canopy tents up and stationary police cars everywhere, their lights flashing wildly.

When Sarah had told us they had a set up I didn't think it was this big. In fact I thought it was only going to be small considering it was a small island but this unnerved me.

I think there was a big part of me that was forgetting that these people thought John B and I were actually murderers. They honestly believed we'd killed the Sheriff in cold blood and this was why the SBI were involved. This scale was massive and I definitely hadn't interpreted it, I don't think any of us had and it scared me.

The boat lulled to a stop and I stepped back from the wheel, turning the engine off.

"It's like the entire sheriff's department." Sarah said before she exhaled shakily, "Holy shit."

"I don't know what makes me more nervous right now." I muttered, bouncing on my heels as I kept my eyes on the Point, "The cops or the storm."

"We'll go dark and let the tide pull us out." John B said to us, turning the controls on the boat off.

"Yeah." I nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

"There's no way we can drive past them, they'll hear the boat engine." Sarah said and I nodded in agreement with her.

"All right, we need to be quiet." John B said to us both.

"Yeah, okay." I replied, lowering my voice as I stood next to him.

We were close enough to hear the commotion coming from the busy set up and all we could do was sit and watch nervously. It was nerve-wrecking and I felt my stomach bubble uncomfortably with nerves. My hands shook at my sides and John B reached up and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close into his side as he held Sarah into his other. I leaned into him anxiously as we huddled together, the wind speeds were picking up, blowing our hair about.

My skin was cold and goosebumps rose on my arms and legs as I hugged myself for warmth, the air was starting to chill and with us being on the water it just made it worse.

"I don't know what's scarier." I found myself muttering again into the wind quietly, "When those square groupers broke into the chateau or this."

"Definitely this." John B replied to me without a beat and I nodded. While almost dying two weeks ago was horrible this just reached a whole new level of paranoia, anxiety and fear. I'd never been so scared in my life than what I was right now, facing the unknown and it made me realise I really wasn't as fearless as what I thought I was.

I had myself pinned out as this daredevil who was actually had no fear whatsoever, a girl who wasn't scared of anything but I was. I didn't even know myself, I was portraying this version of who I thought I was but in actuality I was the opposite of. I didn't realise I was putting on a persona of this girl who could do anything and wasn't afraid of the consequences.

I thought being a girl who would race someone through the Cut on a bike meant I was fearless, that surfing a high wave was fearless. Those things didn't make me fearless they made me a daredevil — and slightly stupid.

I was starting to find out now that under all these layers I plastered on — like a facade — I was actually terrified. I did have fears and I had quite a few at that. I was scared of the unknown, of losing the people I loved, of square groupers, of Mrs. fucking Crain and her axe and while fear made us human I didn't like it. I didn't like being suddenly exposed to feeling scared or anxious when I'd never really felt anything like that before.

It made me feel weak and I think that's why I hated it so much. I liked to think of myself as a strong person and that's how I portrayed myself to people as well and now I was finding out I wasn't it made me feel weak. It made me feel vulnerable and needy, like I had to rely on people to pick me up and I didn't like that.

"We need eyes on the other side of the Point! Let's go." I heard a man shout. His voice carried to us and the three of us heard it. I relaxed somewhat, closing my eyes for a moment in relief. If they were moving their attention to the other side of the Point it would be off this side and us. We would be able to sit here and just let the tide slowly pull us out.

"We're clear." John B said, a hint of relief to his tone as he rubbed my upper arm comfortingly.

"Thank god." I murmured as thunder cracked above us, lightening momentarily lighting up the sky.

"Hey, hey we're gonna make it." Sarah said with a smile to us and I looked over to her and nodded.

"Yeah-yeah." John B nodded, "We just gotta go north through the swamp then we just follow—"

"The North Star." He and Sarah chimed together.

"What everything spins around." Sarah muttered, the three of us looked up and leaned forwards to see over the roof of the boat. The North Star was shining brightly in the sky, the lightening cracking through and illuminating the dark sky around it.

John B fiddled with the controls as I looked around at the darkness surrounding us. I was trying to think positive, breathe evenly — do everything to keep myself calm right now because I'd been panicking so much over the last thirty or so hours.

I wanted to say I was doing a good job of staying somewhat calm until I saw a group of lights on the far side of the island flicker on. I watched, narrowing my eyes somewhat incase I was going crazy. I was sleep deprived, it had been probably a full day since I'd gotten any shut eye but my eyes widened when another group of lights next to those already on flicker on as well.

I watched in horror, my heart starting to slowly increase as my palms started to sweat, "John B." Sarah said in a panic, her too watching the lights around the island come back on.

Within the next minute the entire island would have power and given how close we were to the coast there wasn't a doubt we'd be spotted.

"No, no, no." I panicked quickly, "God no, not now, please not now."

"Shit." John B swore from besides me as we watched helplessly as power was restored to the island.

"Hey, we got power!" Someone on the Point yelled as more and more light illuminated the sky.

"The whole island is back up." I muttered in disbelief, feeling my hands start to tremble from my side. I felt the urge to be sick.

"Wait, no, no—" Sarah muttered and I watched as the lighthouse lit up too, the bright light that patrolled the water now spinning slowly in a circle.

My jaw dropped as I shook my head in horror, "Oh my god."

The light turned and it turned and it turned as the three of us could only watch in horror as it grew closer to us until finally I felt the bright, artificial, light shining on my face.

"No, shit!" Sarah swore loudly.

"Get down." John B rushed out, pulling the both of us down by our hands.

But it was too late, "That's them! There they are!"

"John B turn the boat on now." I ordered shakily as we stayed as close to the floor as we could.

"On it." He replied quickly, reaching for the key in the ignition and twisting it. I heard the engine splutter and my heart slowly slipped into my stomach. Why was the engine making that noise.. why us and why now?

"Is it not turning over?" Sarah rushed out in a panic.

I groaned long and loud, the only thing I could think to do in this time as I heard the engine fail to start again and again.

"It's not— it's not working." John B stuttered.

"She runs like she was made yesterday." I muttered, reciting JJ's words from earlier as he bragged about her, "Fucking sounds like she does." I bitched angrily.

I couldn't believe after all of this effort we'd gone to that we were going to get caught now because the damn engine wouldn't turn over.

"What-what do we do?!" Sarah asked.

"Pray." I said bluntly.

"Mal check the engine! Check the engine!" John B ordered me desperately and I ran towards the back of the boat, trying to see in the dark.

"It's the Phantom!" I heard a woman on the Point shout.

"Yeah no shit sherlock." I muttered to myself. I think I was using anger and sarcasm as a way to keep myself from panicking but I wasn't complaining.

Sarah rushed down to the engine as well to help me but I was stuck, I hadn't seen an engine this old before in my life.

"John B I don't know what the hell I'm looking for here!" I snapped, tucking my hair behind my ear as I leaned over the back of the boat, "It could be anything!"

"Try the choke!" He yelled back to me.

"What in the shit is a choke?!" Sarah yelled in under pressure.

"The ball— the— the ball thingy!" John B shouted back to us.

I leaned over the boat, "I know what a fucking choke is!" I snapped back to him. 

The three of us had gone from nervous wrecks huddling together to shouting at each other under pressure in the matter of seconds.

"Just squeeze it!" John B yelled.

"She is!" Sarah shouted back.

I heard sirens flare up, lights flashing on the water a distance away from us and I looked up, still squeezing the fucking choke, "Oh come on!" I yelled angrily.

John B rushed down to us, leaning over my shoulder to check I was actually doing the right thing and I scowled back at him, "Ever heard of three's a crowd, JB?" I snapped.

"Go!" Sarah pushed him back by his shoulder.

John B got up and he ran back to the top of the boat, "Come on. Come on, sweet Jesus." He muttered hopefully.

"Is it working?" Sarah yelled back to him.

The sound of the engine finally turning over was the answer to that question.

I relaxed, taking my hand off the choke and leaning on the back of the boat, "Oh, thank god." I muttered to myself as Sarah ran back to John B.

"Oh, here we go. Here we go, here we go." John B said quickly, "Sit down, sit down, sit down."

"Yeah, yeah." Sarah rushed out.

"Mally, come on!" John B shouted to me.

"I'm coming!" I responded, grabbing three life vests and carrying them back to my friends, "Put these on!" I rushed, handing the vests over to them. We put them on quickly and I tightened the straps of mine as John B made a get away. I wanted to argue that it should be me who was driving but I was not prepared to face whatever he was going to round on me with. We were all feeling a little tetchy at the minute, the threat of being caught now after so long was really putting us on edge.

As we made a getaway I couldn't help but look behind us for marine patrol and I cursed when I saw how close they were to us.

I turned to John B, stood on his left side, "Hey John B, I don't wanna be that person but marine patrol are literally right behind us so you think you could go a little bit faster?" I asked him, raising my voice to shout over the wind.

The rain started to pour down on us, soaking our faces and John B barely glanced at me, "Anything for you, Mally." He replied somewhat sarcastically, pushing the boat's speed out but when I looked forward I saw marine patrol coming directly towards us too.

"Shit!" Sarah panicked, the four patrol boats homing in on us quickly while the two behind us gained on us.

"Turn it!" I yelled to my friend, putting my hand on the wheel.

"Hold on! Ready!" He yelled. He let go of the throttle and I took it as he used both hands to turn the wheel.

"They're coming from around the Cut!" Sarah yelled over the rain and I looked on the monitor to see the five boats behind us.

"We've got to go South!"

"Into the storm?" Sarah asked and I turned to John B with wide eyes.

"Yes.. into the storm." He replied.

"Yeah we're gonna fucking die." I nodded, grabbing on to the railing besides me as we headed directly towards the storm.

This was what I'd wanted to avoid all day yet here we were, riding probably to our deaths. There was a reason John B and I had been taught never to sail in stormy weather conditions. Any boat we took out would most likely turn under the strong waves easily, it was just too dangerous.

I was stunned by how fast the conditions changed. When we were gunning West up the side of the coast the water seemed all right whereas now the waves were choppy and violent as we pushed through them.

I was constantly checking behind us to see how far marine patrol were on our ass but this time when I checked I saw that they hadn't moved. They were holding back and probably for good reason because the further out we got the worse it was becoming. The rain lashed down on us and the sea water came over board as the large waves crashed into the front of the boat.

"John B, they're holding back!" I yelled to my friend as I stayed close to him, my arm over his shoulders to keep myself upright, "Maybe we should turn around?"

"If we turn around they're just gonna catch us, Mally!" He said to me.

"I know but at the minute I'm thinking that's better than dying!" I replied, blinking rapidly to get the water off my eyelashes, "We're gonna go under and the further out we go the worse it's going to get!"

"Mally we can't." He pressed, his hair sticking to his face as he looked to me.

"Remember when we were taught how to sail?!" I said to him, "My dad said to me never to go out or sail into a storm, John B, and I know you dad taught you the same! Remember how Scooter Grubbs died?" I tried to get through to him, "We turn and head West like we were before, they probably won't catch up to us and we can diagonal out of the storm!"

"I—"

"—Mally?"

I heard my name. It was barely audible but it was there, a small static hiss coming through the radio.

"Mally can you here me?"

I was frozen as John B and Sarah stared at me, my eyes on the radio as I stared blankly and then I reached forwards with my shaking hand and picked it up. It was like time had come to a stop and with it my heart as I forced myself to take a breath.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I pressed the button on the side of the radio in, "Mom?" I croaked.

"Mally." She said again, this time she sounded relieved, "Your dad is here too, sweetheart." She told me.

"Mally?" My dad's voice came through next.

I could feel my nose start to burn, tears welling to my eyes, "Hi dad." I replied shakily.

"Mal, I don't know what you think you're doing right now but I know you're not going to survive that storm." My dad said to me desperately, "John B I know you know too, son."

"We-we don't have a choice dad." I replied as I cried, a chilling roar of thunder cracking loudly above us.

"You do." My dad said to me.

"Mally we can help you, okay?" My mom's voice pleaded with me desperately. She sounded like she was crying, "The SBI have agreed to hear your side— the both of you."

John B grabbed my hand for comfort and squeezed it as tears fell down my cheeks, mixing with salt water from the sea.

"They can listen to us mom but that doesn't mean they'll believe us." I cried as I shook my head, "Who's going to believe us?" I trailed off.

"I believe you sweetheart, I really do." My mom said to me.

"We both do." My dad aided, "We know you and John B didn't kill Peterkin."

"Mally, please just turn around— or John B if you can hear me—" My mom pleaded, soft cries passing through the radio static, "Just come back to us."

"I'm sorry mom." I cried, "I can't— we can't take that risk. What if we come back and we get arrested anyways? If they don't believe us. I— we can't."

"Mally, please." My dad tried this time, "You know how dangerous this is."

"I'm sorry." I replied, "I love you both." I said to them, putting the radio back down and wiping my face as my shoulders shook. I started to sob again, the thought of leaving my parents behind was horrible and what made it worse was I knew what my dad was saying was true. What we were doing was dangerous and even the experienced sailors sometimes died in storms like these, what made us special? Three amateur teenagers who drove a boat round a marsh.

My parents would probably go with the notion now of believing that their daughter had died in the storm and that made me feel absolutely rotten inside.

I thought that would be it and it would just be silence as we battled through the harsh waves but clearly the police were pulling out all the stops to get us to turn around.

"John B." My blood ran inexplicably cold hearing that voice. It was a voice I never wanted to hear ever again knowing what he was putting us through right now. It made me angry and all the sadness I had just been feeling twisted quickly into hate.

"John B, I know you are there son. I know you can hear me." Ward Cameron spoke through the radio this time and I looked over to Sarah as the rain lashed down on us, soaking us to the bone. She was looking at John B and I and we listened as Ward continued, "If you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter then you will turn that boat around and come back."

"It's a ploy!" I yelled over the rain to my two friends.

"You are going into a storm that you cannot survive." Ward said, "And Mally I know you know that too."

"We can't—" I said, interrupted as the boat rocked dangerously, tipping to the side. None of us answered to Ward's call and he tried again.

"John B, please, I will make it right." He pleaded, "I promise you, just come back."

"No!" Sarah said to us, "Don't listen to him. He's a liar."

"John B I am begging you." He tried again, "Think of her and turn around. Think of your friend and turn around, all right? Her family."

None of us knew what to do as we panted heavily, struggling under the wind, the rain and the overall strength of the storm. I didn't know what to say to make it better. I couldn't think of a solution as John B slowed the boat down.

We just rested on the choppy waves, being thrown around pretty violently but I knew if we went any further it was going to be game over.

My friend picked up the radio I had just put down and he held it in his hands as Sarah looked to him, "John B, what are you doing?" She asked in a panic.

He just looked at her in response, "Ward Cameron, do you hear me?" 

"Yes." Ward replied straight away, "Yes, son, I'm right here. I'm right here." He said, "Please bring her back okay? We'll work it all out when you get home."

John B was hesitant as he held the radio and I squeezed his shoulder in response. He glanced down at me for some sort of reassurance and I smiled at him as best as I could. He looked torn, like he didn't know if he should turn the boat around or not.

He pressed the button of the radio in, "You killed my father." Were the words that he spoke and my lips parted as he spoke. I hadn't expected him to say that, "You framed me — you framed Mally — for a murder we didn't commit!" He started to cry, his voice shaky and I leaned my head into his shoulder, "You took everything from me!" He yelled, "You took everything from me.. but I'm still here.. and I swear to god, Ward, I will come back one day and take what's mine. So you listen to me all right?" He asked, "I'm coming for you... I'm coming for you."

John B turned the radio off and put it back with silence. I held my arm over my face to shield myself from the rain as I looked to my friend. His face was twisted in as he debated on his move, he didn't know what to do and I could tell Ward's words had gotten to him.

"What would you do if I wasn't here?" Sarah asked him.

I knew my answer straight away. It would be to keep on going as much as I didn't want to. I didn't want to go to jail so I would push, it was a no brainer.

But for John B? He seemed conflicted and I readjusted my arm over his shoulder.

"Look, I'd rather die than go to jail." John B said to the both of us, looking to Sarah and then to me.

I nodded in agreement with him as his eyes met mine.

"I'd rather die than be without you." Sarah replied.

It was sweet but it was so corny and it was a vivid reminder of how badly I was third wheeling right now. I hated it.

John B kissed Sarah and I tried to look away but this just wasn't the time and place right now, "Can you guys maybe hold off on the kissing until we get out of this storm?!" I asked them, raising my voice slightly so they would hear me and they did.

"Sorry." John B apologised as they pulled away.

I nodded as a response as I looked to them both, "Tha—"

The boat suddenly rocked harshly to the side and I stumbled backwards somewhat with the power of the storm.

"Hold on!" John B yelled to Sarah and I as she gasped from being thrown forwards.

I grabbed on to a railing above my head and kept my arm wrapped around John B's shoulder for support as more and more water poured overboard. The storm was getting worse and we were getting thrashed about like we were a piece of string.

The boat rode over a high wave and as Sarah screamed in fear I screwed my eyes shut and tucked my head into John B's shoulder as we powered forwards. I was reminded of my fear again as I hid into my best friend's neck, clenching my jaw as I tried to think of a happy memory. This was the only way I was going to overcome this, by thinking of something nice. It was like when you had a nightmare and when you woke and you were too afraid to back to sleep again you thought of a happy memory to help you.

It was like this, except I wasn't sleeping. This was a nightmare and it was real life.

"John B!" I yelled to my friend over the torrential weather, water dripping down my face that I even I couldn't decipher if it was just salt water or a mix of that and tears.

"It's gonna be all right!" He reassured me.

But I couldn't take the reassurance, especially as I saw the height of the wave that was crashing towards us. We were riding to our deaths, there was absolutely no doubt about it.

I had never been scared of the water, I'd loved it for as long as I could remember but if I ever came out of this alive I could see myself developing a very strong fear of the ocean... or any body of water for that matter.

"We're not gonna make it!" I yelled as we took the wave head on.

"Just hold on!" John B yelled to us as Sarah and I yelled in fear. The boat nose dived upwards, trying to ride over the wave but it was too high for the tail end to pick up and instead of going over it, it went over us.

It was what I was scared of and now it was actually happening and I didn't have the heart to watch.

So instead, I turned into John B completely and I wrapped my arms around him, burying my head into his shoulder as the boat tipped and I waited as everything turned into darkness.

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A/N; THIS IS NOT THE END!!!!!! There's one more chapter left before season 1 is over and while I could easily write another two or three chapters I've decided not to and put them in at the start of season 2. I've already made some plot changes and I don't want to develop those plots I've changed until I've seen season 2 which could be a long ass time but I'm willing to wait.

But like I said, one chapter to go...