You and the Pogues were in Morocco looking for Chandler Groff, JJ's real father, and the Blue Crown.

Currently, you had split into pairs. John B and Sarah had gone to look for sources in a boat, discreetly, while Pope and Cleo had positioned themselves so as to raise an alarm in case something happens.

You and JJ have "secluded" yourselves in a fort with some cannons. You leaned against the stone wall and looked down on the situation...the port was definitely crowded.

At one point, you turned to JJ. “Did you know that they say that if you find the Crown, you can make a wish?”

“Huh? Who says that?” he mumbled. “It doesn't matter, it's probably just a rumor...but if it were true...what would you want?” you asked, with a curious look.

“Hm...” JJ returned his gaze to the horizon. “Don't say a van” you warned with a chuckle, trying to sound serious.

JJ laughed, then answered. “Save Poguelandia.” he said confidently. You nodded “Yeah...not bad.”

But then his smirk returned. “But the van wouldn't be a bad idea, after all... LEDs, new rims...” he said playfully, starting to gesticulate in the air.

You sighed and chuckled. Then you turned slightly serious. “Come on, what do you really want?”

JJ looked at your profile and then at your hand, imagining it with the ring he had stolen. “Mmh...I got it.” he finally declared.

You turned to face him, one hand parallel to the ground, over your eyes, to shield yourself from the blinding sunlight. “So? What is your wish?” you asked, curious.

He looked at you with a smirk. “You know the wishes' thing...you tell them, and they won't come true...” and then he averted his gaze, looking again at the scene before him.