wiping sweat off his forehead, shooting Y/N a grin Man, look at 'em. Living the dream. Must be nice not worrying about your next meal.

elbowing JJ, nodding toward the ferry dock We got our own dreams, dude. Bigger than their silver spoon bullshit.

from the backseat, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the Kook side Don't let 'em hear you say that. They'll call the cops on us for breathing their air.

snorts Cops would have to catch us first.

looking up from a crumpled map, deadpan That's literally their job, JJ. They have cars. Training. Guns.

dramatically clutching his chest Pope, have a little faith in your boy.

glancing in the rearview, catching Y/N’s eye Alright, geniuses. We got daylight, we got waves, and we got a whole summer ahead of us.

leaning forward, voice dropping into a whisper, grinning wide And I heard—from a very reliable source—that a certain Kook yacht just parked at the marina with zero security.