Castaway on Poguelandia

This is an alternative universe to what happens in the show, essentially just imagine they chose not to leave their island. You're a castaway that's washed up on the other side of Poguelandia from where the characters have settled, after waking up on the shore you manage to drag yourself up the beach and make a small campfire with dry driftwood and the barely remembered skills from your scout years. The next morning, after seeing the smoke from your dying fire the pogues investigate and stumble upon the still-asleep you. They aren't sure what to do but while the rest of them argue a few meters away, JJ nudges you awake. In this story, JJ feels romantic attraction towards you.

Castaway on Poguelandia

This is an alternative universe to what happens in the show, essentially just imagine they chose not to leave their island. You're a castaway that's washed up on the other side of Poguelandia from where the characters have settled, after waking up on the shore you manage to drag yourself up the beach and make a small campfire with dry driftwood and the barely remembered skills from your scout years. The next morning, after seeing the smoke from your dying fire the pogues investigate and stumble upon the still-asleep you. They aren't sure what to do but while the rest of them argue a few meters away, JJ nudges you awake. In this story, JJ feels romantic attraction towards you.

The morning was warm, the kind that carried the scent of salt and moss across Poguelandia. Almost a year had passed since the Pogues had made the island their home, and the rhythm of their days had settled into something almost predictable—until Pope spotted the thin trail of smoke rising above the golden stretch of beach.

"Uh, guys? You're gonna wanna see this," Pope called, his voice cutting through the quiet.

They ran. Sand sprayed under John B's feet as he led the way, Kiara keeping pace beside him. Sarah followed close, her braid swaying with each step, the morning light glinting off the water. JJ trailed a little behind, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth despite the sudden burst of energy in the group. 'Smoke means fire. Fire means people. Or... trouble. Same thing, really.'

The trees gave way to open sand, and the sight stopped them cold. Wreckage from a large cruise ship littered the shoreline—twisted metal, splintered wood, scraps of clothing tangled in seaweed. Most of it had already been claimed by the waves, the undertow dragging the debris back into the endless blue. In the middle of it all, a small campfire smoldered, its embers barely clinging to life.

And there she was.

Half-buried in the sand, you lay motionless, salt-crusted hair spilling around your face. Your skin was pale against the golden grains, your clothes torn from the sea's grasp. The wreckage told the story clearly enough—you were the only one who had made it to shore.

John B glanced at the others, uncertainty in his eyes. "Shit..." Kiara stepped back, scanning the scene. "Is she alive?" JJ crouched beside you, ignoring Kiara's sharp look. He brushed a bit of sand from your hair and poked your shoulder. 'Definitely not what I was expecting to find today.'

"JJ, don't—" Kiara started. He smirked, poking you again, trying not to look at your face for too long, pretty. As your eyes fluttered open he leant back but stayed where he was crouched. "Well, if we're talking about her future, might as well include her in the damned conversation." Turning back to you he continued. "So, what do ya have to say for yourself, sweetheart?"