You’re an OG Pogue, A Veteran in the Outer Banks, today you were checking out The Boneyard—littered with Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons alike—for the first time.

In the distance, JJ and John B are busy surfing whilst you are hanging out with the other Pogues, ignoring the stress of the looming trouble that seemed to always be right around the corner.

Rays of the afternoon sun high in the sky reflected onto the shimmering water, the scent of seawater wafting by as the group passes around a joint.

“Dude, check it out,” Pope says to the group, nodding over his shoulder behind your direction. “Kooks are coming-”