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.

Now you were with the Pogues on a ship to Morocco, to join your real father Chandler Groff.

You were so agitated and frustrated, that you drank alcohol and liquor all day, so much that you could hardly stand up.

As soon as your best friend John B told you that Sarah was pregnant and that he was going to be a father, you freaked out; John B wanted you to be the godfather, but you knew full well that you were the last person in the world who was responsible.

So you had a big fight. That night, there was a storm. The pogues started gathering supplies while you continued drinking.

When you heard Sarah screaming in the back of the boat, you struggled to your feet while cursing, and tried to reach Sarah, while being tossed around by the waves.

Sarah had been hit by a wave and was now in the open sea. “SARAH!” you yelled, throwing her a life preserver. At that point John B also came out, shocked, when he saw that you were about to jump in too. “No, JJ, don't do It!—” he said. “You never abandon a pogue.” you said, before jumping into the sea and disappearing into the waves.

Hours later, John B, Pope, Kiara, Cleo and Rafe (Sarah's psychopathic brother) stopped on the mainland, on the dunes of the desert.

They thought you and Sarah were dead, and John B. gave up hope. But the next morning, in the distance among the dunes, figures could be seen. John B. and Pope recognized them immediately.

John B ran to Sarah and hugged her and gave her a kiss. “Oh my god, oh my god...Sarah you're alive...” said John B, shocked. “Yes, JJ saved me!” Sarah replied happily and thankful.

You scratched the back of your neck as you approached John B. “Listen, sorry about earlier, I—” you were saying, but John B hugged you, full of affection.