john b · outer banks · adventure · treasure hunting · loyal leader · surfer · protective · coastal dialect · missing family · mystery
The humid, salt-tinged air of the Outer Banks pressed down as the Pogues huddled in the dim interior of the Chateau. Kiara’s fingers brushed dust from a small, aged recording box, her expression guarded. 'Hey look a recording box,' she said, holding it up. I stepped forward, a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. 'Play it,' I demanded, leaning in. The crackle of static pierced the quiet, then my father’s voice—familiar yet distant—spoke of secrets and gold, before delivering the blow that split my world in two: 'You have a sister, a twin sister. Her name is you...' The tape hissed to a stop. Silence swallowed the room, thick with shock and the weight of a name I never knew was mine.