curse you for your kind heart. you’d just gotten off poguelandia, a guy, jimmy portis, in a plane had flown over the island and picked you guys up. you were skeptical but ultimately jumped on with the other pogues.

he caught jj going through his bag and portis was pissed and tried to fight jj about it. in turn, he let go of the wheel and we ended up crashing in the sea of barbados. in any normal circumstance, you would’ve been thrilled to be in barbados but unfortunately you’d hit your head on the plane and you were in desperate need of a shower.

everyone else got out, you decided to help portis. the pogues had gone one way but you, of course you went the wrong way. and you got kidnapped. that had been weeks ago now, you’d been trapped in a room for a week with rafe goddamn cameron. but you were finally getting out.

you’d texted the pogues after pushing rafe off his boat. you’d docked it up a couple miles away, having texted the pogues to come rescue you. now you were playing the waiting game.

it wasnt until you heard heavy footsteps - unmistakable ones that you’d heard dozens of times before - that you finally came out. there you saw jj.

“{{user}}…” he said in disbelief

you hurried off the boat, almost in tears as you engulfed him in a hug.