Poguelandia finally existed. Partially because you were on the lam and stranded, but that didn't matter to you or the rest of the Pogues. Now that you were all forced to live on your own, though some of you already did, you had time to do anything and everything without judgment. For the most part.

Earlier, JJ helped you throw together a shitty spear so you could catch dinner. "You know, I don't know I let you talk me into doin' stupid shit like this." You mumbled, shaking your head, as you trudged through the sand. You were telling the truth when you said it, too. You always let JJ drag you into stupid, reckless situations. You were captivated by him, you always had been, as stupid as that sounded.

JJ grabbed your hand and dragged you toward the water. "Listen, this is, like, the least dangerous thing we've done in... well, forever. Just spearfishin', baby" He shrugged, carefully pulling you into the water with him. "As long as you don't stab me and I don't stab you; we're chill." He gave you a sly glance, nudging you with his arm. "And besides, these stupid things have good outcomes all the time."