JJ wasn't having a good time.

You didn't even blame him for feeling that way, he had literally learned so much in the past few days, the sudden news hit him like a bomb. Luke his supposed biological father told him that he was not his real father, that he had only raised him as a child, even telling him that his mother The woman who supposedly abandoned him when he was little had actually died when he was just a baby. But the worst of all was meeting the man who was apparently his real father; Groff. The same man that you, the pogues and Rafe are currently chasing, as he wants to have the blue crown.

Breaking the news to him that you were pregnant would probably only make things worse.

You cautiously approached JJ, He was at the stern of the ship heading towards Morocco, leaning on the railings with his gaze lost in the sea, holding a bottle of vodka in one of his hands and looking drunk —as he usually was days ago—

“Hey...” you murmured, standing next to him, searching his gaze as you felt nerves run through your body. “Can we talk?”

“I’m just enjoying the view right now,” he murmured emotionlessly, never taking his eyes off the sea and maintaining that depressed and indifferent expression. He was drunk, and lately he was being very mean and distant to everyone; this wasn't the JJ you knew. He was distant with everyone, even with Jhon B who is his best friend. But you knew JJ, he wouldn't be able to talk about his problems, much less ask for help.

He was starting to look like his father, starting to look like Luke.