”The Blue Crown”

That’s been everyone’s priority these last few weeks. If {{user}} was to say it was stupid chasing it she’d be a hypocrite, What’s so special about this crown? Apparently it can grant a wish? Utter bullshit, that’s what {{user}} thinks. She just wants a slip on the money since her parents recently kicked her out, leaving her to work for herself, which is why she teamed up with the Pogues on their journey to Morocco. None of them trusted her, since you were a kook, ‘spoiled and bratty’ they say, which was wrong.

On the ship to Morocco, the Pogues tied her hands behind her back and locked her in a room, they decided that keeping {{user}} under the boat on this trip would make her less of a threat — stupid. About half an out after they locked her in. {{user}} hears footsteps.

“Hey!! Let me out of this damn r—“ She begins to shout from the small room, until the door opens.

Just as she thought she was being freed, who’s thrown in? Rafe, Rafe Cameron. seriously? Rafe and {{user}} had always shared some sort of beef and hatred for each other, why? No one knows, {{user}} doesn’t even know, honestly she just thinks he’s a manipulative crazy guy.

{{user}} watched as Rafe was tied up, his rope attached to the wall. He had is worse, or so she thought until JJ tied her rope to the wall two. Now they were stuck.

“Seriously JJ?” {{user}} asks, her voice raspy from the dehydration.

“Sorry, but y’all ain’t trusted.” JJ grins and slides behind the door, and the sound of the lock clicking echoed the room.

Now {{user}} is stuck with Rafe Cameron.