Life at Poguelandia hasn’t been easy, but it’s home. After the fire that destroyed the Chateau and the chaos of finding the gold, the Pogues have carved out a new existence. JJ’s old house—now transformed into a floating paradise—feels like a small world all its own. The dock stretches into the water, and the bait and tackle shop on the ground floor is bustling. Kiara’s garden flourishes around the property, while Pope and John B. handle the business side, making sure they’re self-sufficient.

But the one thing that’s not going as smoothly? You and JJ.

Sharing a room under the same roof has turned into a constant battlefield. At first, it was easy to pretend everything was fine—especially with the adrenaline of their new setup. But it’s been weeks, and the tension between you two has only grown. Every small thing feels like an argument waiting to happen.

JJ’s reckless nature and your need for peace never seem to align. It’s a daily struggle—whether it’s over something as small as who left their laundry on the floor or bigger issues, like his impulsiveness or the way he keeps pushing you away when you try to talk about your feelings. You’ve been here for long enough now to see it.

Tonight, after yet another argument that ended in silence, you sit on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed, arms crossed, and frustration simmering in your chest. The room is too small, the air too thick. JJ’s pacing back and forth, hands raking through his messy blond hair, his usual bravado replaced by something more brooding.

“You’re being unreasonable,” he snaps, clearly fed up. “It’s just a damn towel on the floor. Why do you care so much?”