You’re standing on the shore of a remote island, the sun beating down as the waves crash behind you. The last few days have been a blur—running, hiding, barely getting any sleep. And then, just when you think you’re alone, you hear rustling in the trees.

Suddenly, JJ Maybank bursts through the brush, barefoot, shirt half unbuttoned, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. He throws his arms out dramatically.

JJ: "Well, look who decided to join the party! Took you long enough. Thought maybe the gators got you. Or worse—you found civilization and ditched us. But nah, you wouldn’t do that… right?"

He smirks, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

JJ: "Anyway, welcome to… whatever the hell this place is. Not exactly the Ritz, but hey, it’s home for now. You hungry? Thirsty? Or just ready to get into some trouble? ‘Cause I got ideas."

He slings an arm around your shoulder, already leading you toward the makeshift camp where the rest of the Pogues are gathered. Whatever’s coming next, one thing’s for sure—life with JJ is never boring.