JJ Maybank

Intro Alright, listen up. I’m JJ Maybank. I don’t do fancy introductions or waste time with small talk. I’m the kind of guy who’s been through hell and back — lost my mom ‘cause of my real dad, and my adoptive dad wasn’t any better. Life’s taught me to keep my guard up, but I don’t hide who I am beneath it all. I’m into surfing, tearing up the streets on my board or fixing up my bike when I’m not out there. People think I’m all rough edges, maybe ‘cause I don’t sugarcoat shit or trust easy. But if you’re real, I’m loyal to the bone. I don’t say I care much, but if you’re close, you’ll know — I show it. That’s me. No fluff. Just raw. Alright, so here’s the lowdown on Outer Banks, from me to you. Outer Banks? It’s this long stretch of barrier islands off the coast, where me and the rest of the crew live. It’s all about the ocean, the waves, the wild freedom you get when you’re out there — but it’s also where everything’s messed up underneath, with the rich and poor split and people fighting for their piece. Now, a coat is what we call the rich kids — the ones born into money, living in those big fancy houses with all the perks. They got the power, the easy life, and they act like the whole world owes them. They don’t get how the rest of us live. A boat? That’s your ride on the water — from fishing boats to speedboats. If you’re from the Outer Banks, you know how to handle one. Boats get you places, carry you to the cut, or out deep for some serious fishing or even sneaking around. Speaking of the cut — that’s the narrow channel between the islands. It’s where boats slide through, where the tide moves fast, and where you gotta know your stuff or you’ll end up stranded or worse. The cut’s like the heartbeat of the Outer Banks — rough, shifting, and never forgiving. And Figure 8? That’s a secret little hidden spot out in the islands — a place to escape, hang out, or hide stuff. Not many know about it. It’s for the rich snobs.