The black sky and grey clouds were replaced with the blue sky and white clouds, signaling it was now day time out in the Outer Banks. The sound of the soft waves could be heard, along the with seagulls chirps as they flew around the beach and the Chateau. Other birds also occasionally flew around, chirping happily as well as they didn't notice the four teenagers on the docks behind the Chateau.

The Maybank siblings and Kiara had been able to find John B as he had went back to the Chateau after trying to search for Ward Cameron, going back to his old house but he couldn't see the older man there. Y/n felt relief flow through her body upon seeing her boyfriend okay as he could be. John B also felt relief.

He couldn't help but think that Ward might have tried to, not hurt himself physically, but someone he loves. And that was his girlfriend who he currently had his arms wrapped around tightly. As JJ and Kiara sat on the railing of the docks, the couple sat on the ground, the brunette's arms wrapped around the e/c eyed girl from behind.

John B had informed the three of them about how he had gone back to the Crain house where the gold was, seeing it was being sold by Ward Cameron. Inside the well, all of them felt devastated when they found out Ward had gotten all the gold. Only mud and dirt could be seen if someone went into the well.

"You sure he got everything?" Kie questions.

John B nods, resting his head against Y/n's shoulder. "Every bar. The whole enchilada."

The other three watch as the Routledge boy carefully moves his arms away from his girlfriend, letting out a grunt while taking the cast off his left hand that was covering it. The three exchange glances, knowing fully well his hand was exactly healed all the way yet.

"It's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit." John B tells them as he throws the cast off to the side before wrapping his arms around his girlfriend again.

"John B--" Y/n starts quietly.

"What, baby? Don't worry, it's a hairline fracture." John B assures, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Kie sighs. "You know, John B, you should care about that. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life."

John B holds his hand up. "It's fine. See?"

"Guys!" A voice loudly yells out.

Immediately recognizing the sound, the four all look over as they watch Pope sprint down the docks and towards them. All of them took notice that he was wearing his suit that he was supposed to wear for his interview. Stopping in front of them, Pope was panting heavily as he rested his hands on his knees.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ asks.

"Don't ask." Pope breathes out while glancing to John B. "JB... Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything. But I don't have a lot of time, and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, "Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down"?"

"Gold." The Maybank siblings realize as Pope had gotten theirs and the others attention.

Pope nods frantically. "Exactly. Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie adds, standing up.

"What's the plan, baby?" Y/n questions, all of them looking at John B.

John B smiles. "We're gonna steal that shit back."

The four couldn't help but smile at his words as JJ, Kie and Pope all rush down the docks, laughs leaving past their lips. With a little smile, John B stands up, holding his hands out for his girlfriend, helping her up to her feet. When she stood in front of him, he leans forward, pecking her lips softly.

Y/n pulls away with a small giggle, grabbing her boyfriend's good hand and pulling him down the docks, following the others. John B could only watch her with a smile as they eventually hopped into the campervan. While driving their way there, JJ had loaded up the pistol he still had with him.

After a couple minutes, the group of five rush out and jog towards a fence they had parked in front of, standing in a line. When they had stopped, Pope quickly pulled out a pair of binoculars, staring straight through them.

"They're loading up the gold." Pope observes.

John B grabs the binoculars, looking through it. "There's Ward."

The brunette then holds the binoculars out to his girlfriend who takes them, looking through the lens. However, she frowns upon seeing one of her, now, closest friends getting out of the same car Ward had gotten to. The others notice her lower the binoculars, glancing between them.

"What is it?" John B asks, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"It's Sarah. She's there, too." Y/n informs.

"She's with him?" Pope questions.

The Maybank girl only shakes her head, looking back through the lens to see what her friend was doing. She frowns even more when she sees the blonde start to walk away, only for Ward to roughly grab her by the arm and drag her into the plane despite her loud cries of protest and struggles against his grip.

"He's hurting her." Y/n points out.

Kie furrows her brows. "What?"

"They're fighting." John B tells them.

As Ward had began starting the plane once seating himself and Sarah in, Y/n rushed back into the campervan and into the driver's seat. John B was quick to follow, not letting his girlfriend go anywhere alone. Y/n wanted to save her friend as quickly as she could, so if that meant ramming right into the fence, then she would.

And she did. John B held a tight grip on the handle of the door as his girlfriend speeded through, his other hand gripping hers that was on the steering wheel. The others had tried shouting to them, but Y/n didn't listen. Eventually, Y/n found herself driving beside the plane, meeting her friend's eyes.

Sarah sighed quietly in relief when she saw her two Pogue friends together. Y/n speeds forward, getting feet in front of the plane. Soon enough, she presses her foot on the break, the sound of screeching filling the air as she turns the vehicle to the side, blocking the plane. The couple watched as the plane got closer and closer, seeing Sarah shouting at her dad from inside.

Both Y/n and John B brace themselves for the impact, the brunette wrapping his arms around his girlfriend securely. However, the impact never came to them, causing them to look over, seeing Ward had stopped the plane just in time. Y/n quickly rushes out, followed by John B as Ward does the same from the plane.

"What the hell are you guys trying to do? Trying to get us killed?" Ward asks in anger.

Before either of the three could do anything, Sarah rushes out of the plane and to one of the only girls she had ever thought of as a close friend. Both girls share a tight hug, happy the two best friends were back again. Ward goes to reach out for his daughter, trying to pull her away from the Pogue she was hugging but Sarah stumbles back as John B stands in front of the girls protectively.

"Don't touch me!" Sarah demands. "And don't tell me what to do."

Just then, the sound of sirens filled all their eardrums, a police car soon being heard. Sarah quickly turns to her friends, trying to usher them out but they both ignore her as they watch Peterkin exit her vehicle.

"Oh, thank God you're here." Ward begins, letting out a sigh in relief. "Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind. And now he's got his little, stupid girlfriend crazy too."

John B's glare hardens even more at his words, wanting nothing more than to punch and beat the shit out of him, but his girlfriend's hand in his makes him stay back, continuing to stand close by her.

"Put your hands on your head." Peterkin orders.

With a little smirk, Ward glances back at the teenagers. "I'd do what she said, kids."

"She's talking to you, Ward." John B informs, motioning behind him.

"You're under arrest for the murder of "Big John" Routledge." Peterkin announces as she aimed a gun right at Ward. "Put your hands on your head."

"Are you kidding me, Sue?" Ward exclaims.

"Put your hands on your head!" Peterkin repeats, raising her voice as Ward obeys. "Turn around. Drop to your knees! I don't like being used."

As Ward obeys, slowly dropping to his knees while he faced the three teenagers, Peterkin brought out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them over his wrists. Ward stares right at his daughter who had wide eyes the whole time Peterkin announced the murder and accused her father. All of a sudden, before the cuffs were fully on, Ward whips around, attempting to attack Peterkin but she's faster as she kicks him to the ground, aiming her gun at him.

A loud gunshot ripples through the air, causing both girls to jump, John B continuing to stand in front of them protectively. The teenagers and Ward watch as Peterkin shakes, small whimpers escaping her as she collapses to the floor, to which the shooter, who wasn't Ward, revealed themselves.

All their eyes, even Ward's, widen upon seeing Rafe walking out, a gun in his hand while he glanced down at the injured Sheriff kneeling in front of his father. Ward looked up at his son, eyes still wide as he didn't even know the boy was there.

"Rafe. What did you do?" Ward questions.

Rafe couldn't help but smile a little. "I saved you, Dad. I saved you."

Almost right after he says that, Rafe aims the gun at the three teenagers. More specifically, the couple who stood beside his sister. Y/n ignored it, however, as she rushes to Peterkin's side, John B quickly following, not wanting her to be anywhere close to the older kid with the gun aimed right at her.

The brunette quickly grabs his bandana from his neck, placing it right over Peterkin's wound and adding pressure, murmuring many things to the older woman as he tries to the control the large amount of blood leaving her body.

"Call for help." Peterkin instructs in a hoarse voice.

Quickly doing as told, Y/n grabs the radio with shaky hands, her bottom lip quivering slightly. The sound of Rafe shouting fills her ears as she held the radio tightly in her quivering hand while looking up, seeing Rafe pointing his gun right at her head.

"Don't try it, you little bitch." Rafe sneers.

John B was quick to stand in-between, the barrel of the gun now aimed at his hand as Ward crouches in front of the Maybank girl, trying to get her to give him the radio. The girl immediately protests, but his grip was stronger as he grabs the radio from her, standing up and walking to his son, trying to calm him down.

"Run." Peterkin whispers to the teens.

John B shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you."

"If we leave, you'll die." Y/n reminds in a whisper.

"Run!" Peterkin repeats, wanting the couple to escape before they could end up like her.

"I'm sorry." John B apologizes.

Grabbing his girlfriend's hand, the two back away near Sarah which Rafe notices, pushing past his father. The blonde girl quickly instructs her friends to run as Rafe tried to get them to stay. However, obviously, they listened to their friend, running off into the field as both Sarah and Ward tried to stop Rafe from going after them.

Hearing their shouts and at least two gunshots filling the air, the two continue to run off, knowing neither Ward or Rafe would injure Sarah as Ward cared too much for his daughter to do that. Y/n felt tears run down her cheeks, knowing, most likely, that Peterkin was gonna die in the hands of Ward.