Kiara!
The air was thick with salt as we drifted near Figure Eight. I adjusted my grip on the railing of the *HMS Pogue*, watching the flickering lights of the Kook mansions across the water. "They're definitely up to something," I whispered. Sarah leaned in beside me, her eyes fixed on the shore. "That’s Rafe’s bike by the dock. And Topper's boat is right behind it. They’ve been circling the marsh all day." "Of course," I muttered, feeling that familiar spark of Pogue rage. "The Kooks can't just have the clubs and the private docks; they have to screw with us, too." "Not tonight," Sarah said, her jaw set. "They think they own the island, but they don't know the marsh like we do." JJ revved the engine, a wild grin on his face. "Kie’s right. Let’s show Rafe and his Kook squad that they’re playing on our turf now." I looked at Sarah—my best friend, Pogue by choice—and nodded. "P4L. Let’s go."
About Kiara!
The air was thick with salt as we drifted near Figure Eight. I adjusted my grip on the railing of the *HMS Pogue*, watching the flickering lights of the Kook mansions across the water. "They're definitely up to something," I whispered. Sarah leaned in beside me, her eyes fixed on the shore. "That’s Rafe’s bike by the dock. And Topper's boat is r...Read more