#outer banks theory

[multifandumbmeg]

Just stopping in to check because I haven't seen anyone mention this on any website but

I mean we're all in agreement that JJ's dyslexic, right? Like the whole "I can't read cursive" thing is not a joke. And it happens multiple times when cursive documents come up.

But Megan, the naysayers are naysaying, doesn't that just mean he can't read cursive? Still sad, but a lot of the letters look different and it's not very useful so maybe he flunked/ignored that unit of third grade.

Nay. Naaaay I have one more piece of evidence. Go back to the episode where they find Big John's compass and open it in season 1. John B says there's a secret compartment and JJ grabs it and says, "Let me see!" When the others ask what it says he struggles to read the single word etched in all CAPS (NO cursive) Redfield. While trying to sound it out, the others cut him off immediately by reading it out loud. They are able to read it at a glance, but JJ isn't.

So there's the compass, the letter from Limbrey where he admits he can't read cursive at all, and then again when they find Tanny's spyglass where he grabs it, sees the inscription, and then hands it to Pope and asks what it says.

Final solid evidence it's dyslexia vs. Not a fluke of writing (consistent pattern) or him being entirely illiterate, is that he DOES read John B's text message, proving he's alive in Nassau, texts Kiara to save him from the ambulance theft disaster, and texts Singh in Barbados with Portis' phone. So he can read, but he can't do it quickly and/or out loud.

Circumstantial bonus evidence - everyone headcanons/believes JJ has ADHD, which he definitely displays a lot of symptoms of, and there's a high comorbidity between ADHD and Dyslexia.

That's all I just wanted to note my theory.

[idle-compy]

i love when the guys all interact we need more of it

[tessasinclair]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘 - 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 ₍ obx fandom, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖻𝗒 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳 ₎

┃ 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺.

› After being freed, he acquired land and built the estate that would become Tannyhill Plantation—the entire Cameron family estate is on land that once belonged to him. Denmark was deeply intelligent, resourceful, and hid clues to El Dorado and other treasures throughout Tannyhill—including in The Island Room’s wallpaper.

ּ ֶָ֢ .

Seized after Denmark’s execution

Denmark was hanged for helping enslaved people escape, an act of rebellion against the plantation system. After his execution, his land was taken by white families, likely through manipulation, violence, or legal exploitation. This is how the Camerons came into possession of Tannyhill. They live off the stolen legacy of Denmark Tanny, both materially and symbolically.

Tannyhill as the Cameron family estate

In modern day, Ward Cameron owns Tannyhill, presenting it as a Southern legacy estate—but it's built on blood, theft, and lies. The home symbolizes generational privilege, wealth, and the idea of covering up uncomfortable truths—like the literal wallpaper over Denmark Tanny’s maps.

ּ ֶָ֢ .

Hidden clues and Denmark’s legacy

The estate hides Denmark’s original paintings and maps, used to protect and conceal the path to the treasure. The Pogues discover that Denmark embedded his legacy into the home, leaving a coded map in the Island Room, turning Tannyhill into a living artifact of resistance.

┃ 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 - 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻?

• The outer portion of the house is white.

• The inner portion of the house is huge and furnished with decor. • Contains 6 bedrooms.

• Contains 7 bathrooms. • 6,800 square feet of living space.

• The estate offers a 4 bedroom carriage house.

• The estate offers a 3 bedroom groundskeeper cottage.

• Property estimate is 12 million dollars.

The Estate spans 14 acres of marsh and river land. • Contains an Island Room. • Contains a Study/Library.

• Contains Living Rooms/Lounges/Parlors.

• Contains a Basement (Storage). • Contains a Wine Cellar.

┃ 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨

In real life, the house is a wedding venue.

The home was built in 1786.

The house is called Lowndes Grove.

The house is located in Charleston, South Carolina.

In the show; Tannyhill's address is 115 Kingsford Street, Pelican NC 27269 (Seen on Ward's Arrest Warrant in My Druthers).

ּ ֶָ֢ .

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒: 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺i𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 not 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒

₍ 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 resources : pinterest.com ₎

[lostsyren]

i have a request for a scene based on these seemingly cut out scenes in episode 4 for part 1

https://x.com/rafeslut/status/1848180750941552843

maybe how it would've turned out if it had not been cut out and how it led to that contemplation scene and eventually influenced his decisions in episode 5 in goat island, idk if that makes sense

𓆉 ❀ 🫧 the right thing

{a/n: thank you for the request, sorry it took me so long to get to it, but I hope you enjoy it and I hope it’s what you expected of the deleted scenes!}

{summary: what happened between rafe and sofia after the showdown in s4 episode 4 on the beach, and a little context to the deleted scene pictures we got from them!}

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼

It was downright cruel the way they were all treating Kiara and her friends, Sofia thought, face etched in concern as Ruthie plowed straight through the group all waving their hands at her to stop– to no avail despite their persevering efforts. Ruthie was like that, in the months Sofia got to know her– relentless.

Sofia glanced over at Rafe, who had a small smirk on his face, as if he was trying to hide his glee, but failed, even letting out a little laugh. Her discomfort grew, squirming as she listened to the defensive outcry coming from the other side of the beach.

She inhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around herself. At least it was over now.

But then Sofia heard the low rumble of the engine revving yet again, her frown returning.

The jeep sped up, sending sand flying in its wake, as Ruthie and Topper once gain hurtled past the pogues, who all dove for cover, before Ruthie tipped out her drink over Kiara.

Sofia’s heart sunk for the girl, as she lay on the ground, crestfallen with her hair dripping wet. The way Sofia’s supposed kook friends treated all the pogues made her wonder if they’d do the same thing to her, if it wasn’t for Rafe. The thought made her nauseous, imagining being humiliated the way Kiara was right now and like she was a couple days ago, when she’d overheard Rafe, Topper and Ruthie ridicule her behind her back.

Sofia looked over to Rafe, she didn’t know why, (perhaps for backup, perhaps for comfort), but he remained indifferent, gazing at the scene across the sand with a cool stoicism, lazily sipping at his beer. She shook her head in disdain, finding his behaviour repulsive. She didn’t care about Ruthie, Topper and the others– she cared about Rafe, still, even after he slandered their relationship to his friends.

Sofia spotted Kiara stride over to them, her face twisted in anger.

“Here she comes guys, on a warpath– get ready.” Topper teased with a deriding tone. Sofia observed from a safe distance, mouth still pursed in reproach.

“Look what you did– is this ok?” She yelled, holding out her hands. Sofia peered over to see a baby turtle, crushed in her palms, granules of sand stuck to its lifeless body. Ruthie glanced away, her mouth twisting in an unreadable emotion.

“No look at it! There was a turtle hatch you idiots– you drove right over it!”

Sofia had to avert her gaze, a sickness settling in the pit of her stomach. She hated being on the wrong side of this– being one of the people Kiara was yelling at.

“I understand you’re upset Kiara-“ Topper began.

“I’m more than upset Topper.”

“Alright but it was only one and I mean look,” Ruthie pointed out, tone casually cruel, “there’s so many more of them. A hatch is what? A hundred turtles? Most of them don’t make it anyway.”

“I think it’s like one in a thousand.” Topper added

Kiara shook her head in disbelief. “So?”

“So I think you should go throw that to the seagulls– cycle of life right?” Ruthie plastered on a scornful smirk, her eyes squinted as she stared down Kiara. Sofia could feel the tension fizzle between them.

“Cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck?” Kiara jumped up suddenly, shoving Ruthie square in the chest.

Sofia bristled in shock, her arms falling away from around her waist as she stepped back from the commotion. Looking around for Rafe, she found him topping up his empty beer bottle, just disregarding the spat completely. She couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance at his as insouciance whilst Topper pulled back Ruthie and JJ reined in Kiara.

“Your move Kie, what are you gonna do?” Ruthie goaded.

Topper held out his hands placatingly, “I would just walk away ok? We’re not doing this.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you people.” Kiara avowed, Sofia glancing down at her feet at her words, a sinking shame tricking its way down her insides, before Kiara spun around back to her friends.

“Yeah that’s right, go back to your side Kie!” Ruthie called out, right before Kiara shoved their speaker to the ground.

“You come near her or any of us ever again, and I’ll come back and kill every single one of you.” JJ warned, before joining Kiara as they walked away.

Sofia hated this. Hated all of it. Her frown was stark on her face as she ignored the chitters of laughs and fragments of conversation around her, from people she barely knew.

She huffed a deep breath, before stepping back to look for Rafe– someone familiar, someone comfortable.

“I mean did you see that?” Ruthie commented as she walked past Rafe, Sofia hovering a couple feet away from him. She was waiting for him to say something…anything. He could’ve put a stop to this– Topper would’ve listened to him. But no, all he did was watch in silence, drinking like he always did.

“I saw it. All good shit, Ruthie.” He chuckled. Sofia crossed her arms around herself yet again. All good? It wasn’t all good, and she wished that her boyfriend had done something. These were his friends, not hers.

Sofia waited for him to come her way, her hands resting on her hips, face a picture of dismay. He locked eyes with her, and she hoped he’d apologise, criticise what had just occurred. say anything, but all he did was look at her with embarrassment, as if he forgot she was there.

“Not cool Rafe.” She scorned, as he walked past her to take a seat in one of the beach chairs, inciting Sofia’s rage to burn hot and fast.

“They deserved it,” he muttered.

“I wanna leave.” She instructed, her lips twisting in ire when he had to audacity to glance back at her with shock.

“Now!” She spun around, not waiting for him to follow, ready to gather all her things and head home, her mind swirling with shame, rage and disgust.

“What do you mean you wanna leave? We just got here!” He called out from behind her, as she frantically stuffed the sun screen and lotion into her beach bag.

“You serious right now Rafe? You feel good about what just happened?”

Some of the people surrounding them cast glances their way, beginning to whisper and quietly snicker behind shrouding hands.

“Ooo Rafe’s in trouble,” one person chided.

“Why’s she so pressed for?” Another pestered.

“Because she’s a pogue herself– didn’t you know?”

Sofia didn’t care though, but she could tell Rafe did.

“Look just chill ok? I thought you wanted to sunbathe?”

“Yeah well I don’t anymore– I want to go home.” Sofia pulled her tube top over her bikini as Rafe warily eyed everyone around them.

“Baby, just stop a minute yeah?” He tried a more consoling tone, which only cause Sofia to get even more angry.

She stepped through her white skirt, slipping on her sandals, and hoisted her beach bag over one shoulder, before wrapping her arms across her chest.

“I’m going.” She said with a stern face, turning on her heel ready to leave the beach.

Rafe ran a hand through his cropped hair, cursing under his breath before following Sofia down the sandy trail where his car was parked.

“Why are you so mad for?” Rafe wandered after her, easily keeping up with Sofia’s irascible stride with his long legs.

“The fact you have to ask me that is making more angry.”

“Oh come on, it was Ruthie and Topper, what was I supposed to do?”

Sofia stopped in her tracks, swivelling around to face him. They were far away from everyone else at the beach, protected by the thicket of trees encircling them.

“You could’ve said something– anything, but instead you just stood there and watched.”

“Yeah well I didn’t see you speak up either.” He muttered with an eye roll.

She scoffed, piercing him with her unwavering stare, “because in case you’ve forgotten Rafe, I’m a pogue too. You heard they way they were speaking about them– how do you think they’d react if another pogue told them to shut up huh?”

Sofia’s words were thinly veiled from her own insecurities, her hurt and rage at his previous comments resurfacing like flotsam that thrashed in the waters of her heart.

“I’m not living with a pogue…I have standards…”

“You’re not…” he trailed off, for once thinking before her spoke. “it’s different.” He didn’t elaborate how it was different though.

“Whatever Rafe, I saw you laugh and smile as if it was just some big joke– it wasn’t funny, it was straight up bullying.”

Rafe let out a short laugh, “bullying?” He scoffed, “that’s nothing compared to what they all did, they deserve whatever bad shit comes their way Sofia.”

“Yeah well I want no part in it.”

She left him, heading to his car, getting in the passengers seat with a sigh. She hated fighting with him. They both could be so different sometimes, and when they didn’t see eye to eye, it was never a good thing. She was stubborn like her father and Rafe was so…rageful– never towards her though, but when he felt strongly about something, she could feel it radiating off his body in scalding waves.

A moment passed before he got into the drivers seat. She could see him pace the leaf-strewn path, his ring clad fingers running though his buzz cut and he breathed in and out. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

The car door shut behind him with a loud bang, Sofia unable to see his face since she’d twisted away from him.

“Are you going to be mad at me for the rest of the day now?” He asked, tone sharp, as he tried to make eye contact with her.

Sofia just shrugged non-committaly, gazing out of the window.

“I did nothing wrong Sofia.” He tried to reason.

“You didn’t do the right thing either.”

Rafe didn’t respond to that.

She felt his hand hover over her knee, “look Sof, I don’t want to fight with you ok? Especially over something as stupid as this, yeah?”

She turned round to face him, her mouth still folded in a frown, “I want to go.”

He retracted his hand from her leg with a deep sigh, “fine– stay mad.”

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼

Rafe had tried everything to get her to speak to him normally again. When they reached the house she’d left straight away to have a shower, locking the door– she never usually locked the door.

And when she got out, she got dressed and went and made her own dinner as the sun began to set, the sky doused in the orange glow of the Outer Banks.

Rafe entered the kitchen, hoping to try and make amends yet again.

“Hey baby, what you making?” He murmured gently, sliding his hands around her waist from behind. His fingers brushed away the strands of her freshly shampooed hair, the decadent smell of strawberries filling his nose as he inched his head down to press soft kisses against her neck.

She quickly shrugged him off.

“I’m not in the mood Rafe.”

Stepping back, he tried to hide his dejected expression, leaving her to cook alone in the kitchen, disappearing in the study to let her have the house to herself for a bit. Maybe then she’d cool down.

It was getting late– they’d usually go to sleep around this time. So Rafe got up, shutting his laptop and left to go to their bedroom.

He heard Sofia brush her teeth in the en suite so he went and sat down on the mattress, waiting for her to come to bed.

After a while, she did, entering the room an impassive expression on her face. He tried to smile at her, but she didn’t look his way, instead walking up to the bed and grabbing a blanket, turning back around again.

“Wait, where are you going?” He asked getting up from off the bed, his brows stitched on confusion.

She remained calm, face as still as a lake. “I’m sleeping on the couch,” she said plainly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Sofia… you can’t still be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad…I just need some space.”

“I won’t get too close then.”

Sofia shook her head, “night Rafe,” she said softly, before heading out of the room, blanket trailing behind her, leaving him to curse exasperatedly under his breath– leave it to the Pogues to find a way to mess with his relationship too.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼

After an hour or so fruitlessly grasping at sleep, Rafe paced the bedroom, biting at his thumb.

“You didn’t do the right thing either.”

Sofia’s words spun around his brain, making him think about all the shit he’d done. The memory of seeing Sarah today had lingered with him surprisingly, their silent gaze across the windswept beach reminding him of the terse look they shared a year and half ago on the tarmac, where he unknowingly sent his father to his death.

“Look it’s Sarah, do you think she’d want to talk?”

Sofia had asked him as she sat beside him earlier on the warm sand, with that sweet, gentle voice of hers. She always seemed to nudge him to do the right thing– the moral thing. And he always seemed to do the opposite. Rafe realised he couldn’t stand to disappoint her.

Quietly exiting the bedroom, he pattered down the stairs, heading to the living room. There she was, nestled into the sofa, the blanket fallen on to the floor. Rafe smiled to himself seeing her look so pretty and serene, noiselessly approaching and draping the blanket over her exposed legs.

He then meandered over to the gaping window, the cerulean night sky silhouetted by the swarthy trees and faint shape of boats lining the dock.

His eyes snagged on to the picture frames he’d packed from Tannyhill, the final memory of the family he once had. In all honesty, he was going to put them in the trash, or at least let them gather dust in some storage unit miles away; Sofia had been the one to convince him to keep them when she was helping him move out of Tannyhill all those many months ago.

“They’re your family Rafe, you can’t just throw them away like that, come on I’ll help you pack them up.”

It hurt to see that picture of him when he was in his early teens, making Sarah what? Ten? Eleven? Because all he could think about was how she looked when he held her under the water– the terror in her eyes, the tremble of her body. She’d turned into a little girl in that moment, so frail and scared..

“It’s Sarah…it’s your sister…please stop.”

She’d begged, clutching at him, clawing at him. The recollection made him nauseous.

His father used to always say “Family is the most important thing” and here he was alone and unmoored, his two baby sisters no longer with him. His heart ached with a sudden and deep grief, as if he’d just realised the extent of what he’d lost.

But he wasn’t completely alone…he still had Sofia. He sometimes thought of her like light– she had this effervescent, incandescent quality to her. The way her eyes would light up like liquid gold, how her hair glinted bronze in the sun, her smile exuding lustre. She’d make him feel lighter too. Rafe mulled over her words again.

She had a point– he didn’t do the right thing. And he was going to fix that by amending his relationship with Sarah, getting Wheezie back from Rose’s clutches, and finally start a family of his own– with the woman he loved. Sofia wouldn’t lead him astray.

Rafe walked over to her slumbering body, crouching down as quiet as he could be, taking a seat next to her. She stirred slightly, but stayed fast asleep, almost subconsciously nearing him in her dream state. The thought brought a small smile to his face.

His thinking drifted back to the morning, when they were getting ready for the beach. She was telling him how maybe Hollis’ deal was legit, about how the patrons of the club were all gunning for it.

Rafe knew how to show her he listened, show her he valued her– he’d take Sofia’s advice seriously. And with Goat Island soon to be his, Rafe could start that new life and finally start that family, all with Sofia by his side.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼

[whosstella]

Why is everyone saying that Kie “will have the best revenge” for JJ?? THAT BITCH WATCHED HIM GET STABBED AND JUST STOOD THERE LIKE: 🧍🏻‍♀️???

WDYM BEST REVENGE???? Rafe didn’t even know him like AT ALL and was more pissed than kie. She was LITERALLY the shittiest gf like ever?? Jb, Sarah and Pope literally lost their brother watch out for them. And ofc our fave loco murder Rafyy😍. But Kie? NAHHHHHH y’all are actually delusional

[bellamaybank]

I’m not ready for her to find the ring 💔

[maybankiara]

obx brainrot but i really want them to reveal what happened during kiara's kook year. if we really get a whole show without revealing that... and what's the deal with her and rafe? they've been hinting at something for so long, but never elaborating... honestly. just give me info about kiara's kook year. please. please.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

i know in my soul ward almost freudian slipped and said "he's just a little crazy/unstable"

[dulcecherub]

Just food for thought, since Rafe wants to be like his dad so bad. Maybe that’s the reason it could lead to his demise. His dad would have done anything for Sarah. And we know where that lead ward… I’ll shut up now

[willbyersenthusiast]

MASSIVE FUCKING SPOILER AHEAD FOR OBX 4 BUT I NEED TI TALK ABOUT THIS CUS IM PISSED AND NOW HAVE A THEORY

okay back to normal text. so i just got obx 4 fucking spoiled for me and i’m like 95% sure they kill JJ. and i am so fucking mad but this has lead me to an almost 100% certainty that steve is gonna die in season 5 of ST. it makes sense idk why.

[tessasinclair]

♱ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧'𝖲 𝖬𝖸𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖸

› 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽? ₍ 𝗈𝖻𝗑 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖻𝗒 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳 ₎

𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒪𝓊𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℬ𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓰𝒶𝒾𝓃

┃ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨

› The main plot of 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 revolves around a famous shipwreck that 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 B’s father had been searching for his whole life. It was on the quest to find this lost treasure that he disappeared, and his son picks up the trail to finish the task in his father’s memory.

› The treasure that they are looking for belongs to a ship named 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵. According to the show, it sunk in 1829, and since then, everyone has been looking for the $400 million worth of gold that was onboard. In reality, there are several undiscovered shipwrecks with bounties that would make anyone rich beyond their dreams, but The Royal Merchant of 1829 is not one of them. It is 𝘯𝘰𝘵 a real ship, which means that the trail that we follow in the show is purely out of the imagination of the writers.

┃ 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧

› 𝖳here was The Royal Merchant, aka 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭, aka the 𝘌𝘭 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 of the seas, that sank in 1641, 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 captain 𝘓𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘺. It was carrying 10,000 pounds of gold bars and 400 pounds of Mexican silver, among other things. If someone were to find it today, they would have $1.3 billion worth of treasure at their hands. It disappeared somewhere near the Land’s End in Cornwall, UK.

› One of the most valuable wrecks of all time, The Royal Merchant, has attracted treasure hunters from all parts of the world, but it has also proved to be a tricky puzzle to crack. A minor advancement was made in locating it when an anchor off the coast of Cornwall was discovered by a fishing crew in 2019. Due to its size, age, and location, it was largely confirmed by the experts to have belonged to The Royal Merchant. This reignited the search for the lost treasure, and it wouldn’t be surprising if it soon came to light that a bunch of teenagers on the island were pursuing it with all their might.

₍ the real preserved documentary diary note 𝗈𝖿 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 ₎

ּ ֶָ֢ .

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 !

₍ 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 : https://thecinemaholic.com/outer-banks-true-story/ ₎

₍ 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 resources : pinterest.com ₎

[lostsyren]

Who else screwed him over?? This lovely lady over here that’s who🙂‍↕️Guess Rafe’s gotta come after her now too (suggestive) Oh noooooo :)

[whosstella]

Why jiara is actually the worst ship. In s1 ,yes, they had chemistry and all that but we can clearly see that it changed quickly and it’s really not the same from s2. The whole pope and kie breaking up felt as random as their whole relationship. Then they made jiara which somehow felt even more forced than pope and kie’s break up. No real reason as to why they’re together, no real relationship/romance building apart from very few scenes in s3. And all of the sudden they’re….something. Kie saying I love you dude was the most random line ever in the show. S4 jiara was probably the worst part of the season apart from the end. Kiara was literally the worst gf for JJ and maybe worst overall character in the show. She was never there for JJ when he really needed her (while he literally left everyone behind and a plane for eldorado and broke her out of the wilderness camp thing AND he was there when all the shit happened with her parents), she just let him get drunk off his ass for weeks on end without doing anything to help him. He told her specifically not to tell anyone about his real father and first thing she does is tell jb and Sarah. She didn’t even hug him when he told her. After he almost died ,again,she basically ignored him from that point on until the last episode. She watched him get stabbed and JUST STOOD there and the SHES all revenge and shit?? Bruh come on who are you trying to fool??? Cause you ain’t fooling me. It would have been better if they both had completely new love interests and I really hope they do that in s5,JJ deserves so much better than gf who doesn’t give a single fuck abt him. I could honestly go on and on abt this but I think you get my point.

P.S.: I don’t even want to comment on the Madelyne situation 😭 I’m just so sad abt it 🥲🧍🏻‍♀️

[bellamaybank]

what if season 5 of outer banks comes out the same day season 1 did

(april 15)

[greekmythology1]

Imagine the boys doing a photoshoot as Disney, Movies and Tv Show characters.

Grease Lighting/Grease is the word

Stranger Things

Outerbanks

The Big Bang Theory ❗️‼️

FRIENDS or F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Harry Potter; Hogwarts houses

Disney Princes 🫅 🤴

The Maze Runner 🏃‍♂️

Btw these pictures aren't mine, they're someone else’s. I found them on Pinterest and I wanted to share them.

PS. the first picture isn't a wallpaper but the rest of them are.