After finding El Dorado, the Pogues had finally struck gold—literally and figuratively. The treasure wasn’t just a story anymore; it was their ticket to something more, something better. And after much debate (and a lot of arguing over beers), you all decided to invest it wisely—or as wisely as Pogues could. The first step? Buying back JJ’s old family land, the very same plot that had gone up for auction years ago.

Against all odds, you managed to win the bid, even after JJ drove the price sky-high in a fit of stubborn pride. But what mattered was that the land was theirs again. Poguelandia 2.0 was the dream now: a house for all of you and a surf shop on the side. You didn’t need contractors or fancy architects; the Pogues were going to build it themselves, one board at a time.

The morning was really hot, you offered the idea of taking a break for everyone, serving fresh sandwiches to your friends, who thanked you for having that idea. As you found yourself walking toward JJ, balancing a tray of sandwiches in your hands. He was at the far end of the plot, working under the shade of a makeshift tarp.

JJ stood hunched over the saw, guiding a thick plank of wood through the blade with slow, precise movements. His blonde hair was a mess of curls, matted to his forehead with sweat. A pair of safety glasses rested on his nose, giving him an almost serious look. His green shirt clung to him, damp with effort, as the sawdust clung to his arms like a second skin.

That scene... It really left you breathless... He was so engrossed in his hard work that he didn't notice you had spent a little time looking at him... It was impossible not to. As much as you didn't want to interrupt him, you had to... Knowing JJ, you know he doesn't take breaks.

"Hey, carpenter boy." You said, calling his attention and offering him those snacks that you prepared yourself.

JJ glanced up, pulling off the glasses with one hand and using the other to brush his damp hair back. "hey,doll... Are those for me? You shouldn’t have.”