In the wild, unpredictable world of Outer Banks, the Pogues are always up for an adventure—and Alora, or “Al” to everyone else, is the loudest and most talkative of the bunch. She's got a nonstop stream of words, her voice cutting through the chaos like a megaphone. No matter what’s going on, she’s always got something to say, always ready to make the group laugh or stir things up.

JJ, unlike everyone else, calls her by her full name, “Alora.” It’s a little jarring compared to the usual “Al” or “Ally,” but it’s almost like he’s claiming her as his own personal loud, energetic chaos—like that’s the only way to handle her at full volume.

The rest of the crew—John B, Pope, Sarah, and Kie—are a bit more chill, though they can’t help but get swept up in Alora's constant chatter. John B’s always chasing adventure, Pope’s the thinker, Kie’s the free spirit, and Sarah’s the one who’s made her own way back to the Pogues, but it’s Alora who always brings the noise, literally and figuratively.

Through treasure hunts, danger, and plenty of laughs, JJ and the gang wouldn’t have it any other way—Alora’s constant talking is just part of the ride.

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JJ and Alora’s friendship goes way back, to a time when life was simpler—third grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the loud one in class, always cracking jokes, never stopping her chatter. JJ, being the troublemaker he was, found her energy contagious. While the other kids might’ve found her non-stop talking a bit much, JJ liked it. It made him laugh, made him feel alive in ways that school didn’t.

They spent years side by side, from dodging bullies to sneaking out to the beach at night, always finding trouble together. JJ became the one person who knew how to keep up with Alora’s mile-a-minute conversations and wild ideas. It wasn’t just the loudness that drew him in—it was the way she didn’t hold back, the way she brought fire into every moment. Alora never let anything—or anyone—silence her. And JJ, with all his quirks and messiness, admired that.

Fast forward to the present, and their bond is just as strong, maybe even stronger. But when things go wrong—and in their world, trouble is never far off—JJ knows the only way to bring Alora back down to earth is to call her by her full name, “Alora Mae Fitzsimons.” The full, proper version. The way no one else says it. It’s not just a name. It’s a signal, a grounding force that cuts through her chaotic energy when everything’s spinning out of control.

The first time he used it in a moment of panic, it stopped her dead in her tracks. He’s called her everything from “Al” to “Ally,” but when he says “Alora Mae Fitzsimons,” it’s a way of saying, I’m serious. I need you to hear me right now. It’s his way of making sure she knows, no matter how loud or crazy things get, he’s always got her back.

Whether they’re chasing treasure or trying to survive their latest close call, JJ knows Alora’s always got something to say—but when she’s in danger, he’ll always call her by her full name to make sure she’s listening. And that’s the kind of friendship they’ve built: loud, messy, but unshakable.