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As Groff held the knife to my throat the look in Jj’s eyes was all that kept me from panicking. I knew I had to stay calm for him. “Just give me the crown and you can have her.” Groff demanded. “I’ll give you the crown. I’ll give it to you because it’s all you’ll ever have. See unlike you I have a family who loves me. I don’t need money when I have all I’ll ever need in the pogues.” I could feel Groff tense the knife around my throat. Jj held the crown out to Groff and when Groff grabbed it he whispered to Jj that he shouldn’t have left him in the well. Then I felt the knife break skin. Suddenly I was being pushed towards Jj but I couldn’t hold myself up. This pain was too much. I could feel the blood from my wound already staining the top of my shirt and my hair. Jj held me and let me rest against a wall. “Oh god.” All I could feel was pain. I tried to focus on Jj’s voice. “It’s gonna be alright Kie, it’s gonna be alright.” He reassured me. I knew this was the end. I should have known it would come. After so many brushes with death it was only a matter of time before it managed to get me. “Jay. I’m not g-gonna make it.” I choke out. I struggle to get out words when my throat hurts so much. I can’t speak in much more than a whisper. “No you have to. Just stay awake Kie. John B! Pope! Someone!” He begged. “Jay- we knew t-this was c-coming. It was only a m-matter of t-t-time.” I struggled on getting the words out slurring as I spoke. “P-please look out for the p-pogues for me. P-promise.” “I promise Kie. Just don’t close your eyes.” Jj was crying at this point. I hadn’t seen him cry in a long time. My vision was getting blurrier now and the world fuzzier. “I l-love you.” I whispered. As the world started to go dark I heard a distant echo telling me it loved me too and I knew it was him. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die and they’re right. I saw every moment with Jj and the pogues. Every smile, every word. Every memory of us on the HMS Pogue. All the memories of treasure hunting. The last memory I saw was when he saved me from the Dominican which was when I first knew I loved him and then everything went bright and I felt the pain fade away as I was enveloped by the light.
Jj Pov:
“I love you too.” I cried. Then her eyes closed. “Kie! Open your eyes! Please! I need you!” I begged with all my might as I felt the tears pouring down my face like the blood pooling from her neck. I yelled for John B and sobbed into her chest. After what felt like hours I heard a sob from next to me and lifted my head from Kie’s chest to see John B and Sarah crying in each other’s arms as Pope sobbed into Cleo’s chest. Cleo had a couple tears shining down her cheeks as well. I started to cry harder. John B broke away from Sarah and pulled me into a hug as I sobbed into his shirt. “She’s gone John B. She- she’s gone.” “I know.” John B started to sob. “It’s my fault JB. It’s all my fault. He killed her to punish me for leaving him in that well. It should have been me.” “J its not your fault. And if it had been you then imagine how kiara would feel.” “We need to go.” Rafe commanded. “I can’t leave her.” I yelled. “We should give her a proper burial.” Pope murmured. So we took her body and out to the desert. As we buried her all I could think about was how much she would have hated this. She would have hated how quiet it was. She always wanted to be buried where she lived, right by the ocean. She wanted her life to be celebrated not mourned. She had made this very clear during our 3am talks we had after sex not 4 weeks earlier. The memory suddenly flooded my mind.
-4 weeks earlier-
We had just finished and sweat covered the full sized mattress we shared. I was holding her naked body against mine smelling her coconut scented shampoo. “Do you know what you want your funeral to be like?” She asked me. “Kie that is so morbid.” I chuckled. It was very in character of Kie to have random thoughts like this. “I’ve known what I have wanted mine to be like ever since Poguelandia.” She murmured. “That long?” I asked. “Well when you almost died it made me think a lot about what arrangements I would want when I inevitably died. I personally want to be buried right by the ocean. I want everyone to celebrate my life not mourn my death yknow? I lived a great life, I would rather have people recognize that and mourn later.” She admitted. “I get that. Well I would want to be buried by the beach too. I also want JB to play highway to hell.” I smirked. “Jage!” She lightly punched my arm, “Be serious! What would you actually want?” “Well. I would want it to be just the pogues and I would want you guys to honor my memory by smoking a blunt and surfing in my honor. Make sure JB gets crossfaded so I can laugh at him from the grave for whatever stupid crap he says.” “Aye aye captain!” She mock saluted. I cuddled her close and we fell asleep like that.
-current time-
I was dragged back to reality by John B telling me it was my turn to say goodbye. I looked down at the tarp we had wrapped around her body that was inside a 4 foot deep hole we had buried in the sand. “I love you Kie. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I hope you are getting the best waves and smoking the best blunts wherever you are.” I felt tears start to trail down my cheeks as we covered her body with sand. Once the hole was no longer noticeable Sarah grabbed a rock and handed it to JB. JB pulled out a pocket knife and carved into the rock to make it a headstone. It read
Kiara Kie Carrera
She was a Pogue for Life
-1 hour later-
We sat around the fire in silence. I stared at the flames trying to focus on anything else apart from the weight on my heart and the anger burning my soul. I knew that I wouldn’t make it long without her. That this anger and pain might consume me. I needed an outlet. “What’ll we do now?” Sarah asked. “Well if it was my friend I wouldn’t sit around the fire in silence. I would get up and go do something to get even.” Rafe commented. “Don’t you dare.” Pope fumed. “He’s right.” I spoke up. “I don’t know about you guys, but I think we need to give Groff a taste of his own medicine. He kills one of us? Then we kill him. And we get that crown back and save our home. We don’t just get even, we get revenge.”