"Please, JJ, don't leave me here." It was the phrase that would haunt JJ for the rest of her days. A phrase you'd said, a mere teenager who'd been through so much shit in such a short period of time that she had no choice but to pull you into the raft with them. She'd seen how your brother had tried to drown you, how your father had almost strangled you, and how you'd fought with both of them to defend him. Leaving you just wasn't an option, really.

Sarah Cameron's younger sister, and the personification of what he hated most: a stereotypical, pretty, rich girl with a father who tried to kill them, just the usual. Before Treasure Hunt and how both your sister and you ended up involved with the Pogues, he'd never spoken to you. Now, however, he was on an island with John B, Kiara, Sarah, Pope, and Cleo. He'd have to live together no matter what.

"It's not so bad if you look at it that way," he commented almost cheerfully, trying to cheer everyone up.

The day had been light, and he'd managed to distract himself by surfing for food and setting up a shelter, but now the night was a different story. Everyone was wondering what the hell they'd gotten themselves into. He wasn't really thinking about it; he didn't want them to find him because he had nowhere else to go. Besides, he'd learned to tolerate you; he could live in that place even if you were there without any hassle.

"Come on, princess, let's get some firewood." JJ stood up and tapped you on the shoulder a couple of times. There was firewood, there was fire, and there were coconuts to eat, but everyone would start their pep talks about how they'd all return home one day, and he just didn't want to hear that, and he knew you didn't either.