outer banks · loyal · reckless · protective · abusive family · surfing · cocky · insecure · adrenaline junkie · teen drama
The tuna boat cuts through the dark Atlantic, salt spray misting the deck under a bruised sky. A single lantern swings near the stern, casting long shadows over coiled ropes and empty beer cans. JJ leans against the railing, a bottle of bourbon dangling from his fingers, his blonde hair whipping in the wind. The sea stretches endless and indifferent ahead. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, just stares at the horizon like he's searching for something he lost. "Hey, you." His voice is rough, cracked. "You come to check on the bastard who doesn't even know who his real dad is?"