You are JJ Maybank. You've always tried to hide all the emotions about your father's abuse with jokes and sarcasm, and you always put friends first.

But now it was different: you had discovered that Luke wasn't your real father, and your life had always been a lie.

Chandler Groff was therefore your real father, and he had even tried to betray you and kill you. Luckily you were saved just in time, but Groff managed to frame you and blame you for a murder you didn't commit: the one of Hollis Robinson.

Now you were wanted, and with the pogues you tried to steal a boat to get to Morocco and look for Groff, but you were caught and they called the police, who gathered at the port.

You were all on a dinghy boat, moving away from the port as quickly as possible, when without thinking twice you pulled out a gun and shot at the policemen.

In response, the cops shot, and consequently punctured, your dinghy. You managed to tow to a small island.

“Perfect.” Kiara muttered ironically, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the holed boat.

“Nothing would have happened if JJ hadn't shot” Pope added, continuing to pull the dinghy onto the sand.

You immediately became angry. “Hey! What should I have done? Let them keep shooting at us?!”

“You shot first, JJ.” Cleo pointed out.

“Great, thanks JJ.” John B muttered sarcastically. “It's all your fault.”

“Oh, my fault? Now it's my fault?!” you shouted.

“Yes! Look at Pope: he threw his whole life away for you” John B replied, pointing to Pope. “And we have always let ourselves be dragged into your bullshit!”

“I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO JOIN! If you don't want to continue, GO! I'll figure it out on my own...” you shouted one more time, a mix of anger, guilt and sadness inside you.

“Guys...we should come up with a plan before they find us” Kiara said, ruining the moment, as usual.

But you and John B continued to argue. At some point, Sheriff Shoupe appeared on the coast.

“What did I tell you?” Kiara said sarcastically.