"There's a moment in every kids life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free-climb El Capitan, land on Mars, or, uh...get elected president. The whole worlds there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it. And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery. And then all the talk of free-climbing, Mars, and the president...bullshit. Magic gets cancer and dies."

They were once again let down. Yet another time in their journey to find the Royal Merchant treasure, they had run into a dead end. At this point -- after all the work they put in -- all they could think about was giving up.

"It's not there," John B sighed. "Look, just-- just pull the drone up."

"Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery," Pope said. "We can-- we can go back down."

"We've done it three times. There's nothing there," JJ said.

"Shut up," Willow hissed.

"What? It's true!"

"Then gold could be buried. We don't know," Kiara argued.

"If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" John B finally said. "Somebody beat us to it."

"Or it was never there," JJ mumbled.

Willow was confused when she left work and saw Sarah Camerons car parked there. Even weirder, John B was sat in the passenger seat waving her over.

"What are you two doing here?" Willow asked, leaning against the car door.

"I need you to do me a favor. I have to lay low cause DCS is on my ass right now. I need you to go with Sarah to Chapel Hill to the archives. It could get us information we need," John B explained.

"Fine," Willow sighed. "You owe me though."

"Get in," Sarah said, nodding her head towards the backseats.

After dropping John B off at Willows favorite lay-low spot that she went to when she needed to get away from everyone and everything, the two headed out to catch the ferry to Chapel Hill.

"Wait, wait. Are you sold out?" Willow asked, jogging up to the ticket area. "God damn it. Oh, shit."

"Um..." Sarah hummed, looking around.

"Hey, follow me," Willow said, getting an idea. She grabbed Sarahs hand and pulled her along behind her.

"Okay, yeah. Sure, okay."

"Hey, so, have you ever been on a tugboat?"

"A what?" Sarah asked. "You're not serious."

"We gotta talk our way onto this barge," Willow said. "I got this. These are my people. Just wait." Willow walked up to a worker. "Hey, cap! So, question for you...Um, look, me and my sister really need to get on this boat, man. Can we hop on?"

"No," He responded.

"Just-- Just help me out."

"No."

Willow just sighed and walked back to Sarah, her head hanging low.

"So..." Sarah said, a smile on her face.

"Um... they're booked."

"Who? Your, uh, your people?"

"What you got a better idea?" Willow asked.

"Yeah," Sarah told her. She grabbed two yellow jackets for both of them and then they grabbed some propane tanks to sneak on. Much to Willow's surprise, it had worked and they crammed themselves into a tiny room below deck.

They stayed quiet as they heard people talking. Suddenly the ship lurched and Sarah lost her footing, falling straight into Willow's arms.

"We're moving," Sarah smiled at her.

"Ye--Yeah," Willow stuttered a little flustered as her arms remained wrapped around Sarah's waist.

Something the two did not prepare for was how hot it would get down there. They had stripped their jackets quickly after the ship started moving. Willows shirt stuck to her skin from the amount of sweat she was producing.

"Shit," She said, stripping her shirt off revealing the bra underneath. She was too hot to even care about the fact that Sarah Cameron sat there staring at her with wide eyes.

"What is the hottest you've ever been?" Sarah asked.

"Right now, for sure."

"Same. Do you...I don't know, do you wanna play a game?"

"No, I really don't," Willow responded.

"Cool. So there's this game my sister and I play. It's called truth or dare except there's no dare."

"So, it's just truth, Sarah. That's just truth."

"Yeah," Sarah nodded. "Do you wanna play truth?"

"Sure," Willow sighed.

"Okay. You get first question."

"Why did you kill Dimitri?" Willow asked in her best Russian accent.

"Oh, that is too easy," Sarah responded in her own Russian accent. "Dimitri, he-- he knew too much. He was compromised."

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually."

"My turn. What is it you and your friends have been sneaking around doing?"

"Look, I can't tell you," Willow sighed.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"Because it's for your safety."

"But something made John B want us to go to the archives, obviously."

"Look, he told me that somebody who was supposed to be dead wasn't, all right?"

"Like his dad?"

Willow just sighed. "Maybe don't say that to him. It's been really hard on him."

"What about you?" Sarah asked. "Sure he's not your dad but you and John B are close, you probably had some kind of relationship with his dad?"

"His dad was a good man. Ever since my mom left, it's been hard at home. Their house was always my safe place and he always welcomed me and JJ with open arms."

"Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's fine. But, uh, we have other things we should be focusing on here."