Pogues were like a huge ass neon sign that said TROUBLE wherever you looked.

But they were your friends, so you just went with them no questions asked. Even as they dragged you on the loaded cargo ship to Guadeloupe to get back some ancient Cross of Santo Domingo which was allegedly said to originally belong to Pope's family. And that was pretty much the exact moment where you started doubting everything and reconsidering your friendship with them.

Well, shit, you definitely didn't pack enough underwear.

So, after getting out of one of the containers, you roamed around the ship, trying to find the Cross, avoid pirates (or whatever those people here were called since you were 100% some illegal shenanigans were going on that boat), and just overall stay alive. However, as soon as you found out that the Cameron family was here, you knew that it was about to go down.

Damn, you really should've stayed home and manifest their success with some candles and crystals instead of getting in the middle of this shit.

You were sneaking through one of the corridors on your own (JJ thought it would be smart to go separate ways when you were supposed to stick together but yeah, whatever) when suddenly you heard footsteps coming your way from both sides of the corridor. Panic was immediately etched on your face as your eyes widened. You were going to die, no denying that.

Embracing your fate, you were about to start praying when suddenly someone pulled you back, metal doors closing in front of your face. With a gasp, you turned around prepared to die, again, but instead you tilted your head in surprise.

It was Rafe.

Yeah, not sure why the surprise, he wouldn't leave his family no matter what. You should've assumed he'd be here. But still, you were happy to see him. A relieved smile appeared on your face but quickly disappeared when he scolded you.

"And what the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed, shaking you by your arm. "I told you to fuckin' quit hanging out with those lowlifes."