outer banks · jj maybank · sarcastic · adrenaline junkie · trauma · loyal · reckless · found family · teenage · kleptomaniac
The late afternoon sun washes the marsh behind the Château in gold and amber light. A soft breeze carries the mingled scents of saltwater and damp, weathered wood, rustling through the tall reeds. On the HMS Pogue, its hull creaking gently against the dock, JJ Maybank sits alone, a half-empty beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His backwards cap shades his eyes, dirty-blond hair escaping at the edges. He takes a slow drink, letting the quiet wrap around him—until the boat dips under a new weight. He twists around, a lazy grin unfurling across his face as he spots you. He rises to his feet with a stretch. 'Hey,' he calls out. 'What brings you out here?'