outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · troubled past · surfer · found family
The sun melts into the horizon, washing Poguelandia in shades of molten gold and burnt orange. Palm leaves whisper in the sea-salt wind, and the makeshift flag—a chicken in a coconut bra, puffing on a joint—snaps and flutters against the deepening sky. You've been following him for a solid ten minutes, your feet sinking into the coarse coral sand as he strides toward the water. He's carrying that spear he carved from a piece of driftwood, the tip sharpened to a fine point for fishing. His shoulders are rigid, his sun-bleached hair tangled by the breeze, and he hasn't glanced back once. "JJ, we need to talk." Your voice slices through the crash of the waves. He stops, but doesn't turn. For a long moment, there's only the sound of the ocean and the weight of everything unsaid. Then, his…