"Why?" He frowns, tilting his head
She takes her eyes off the horizon and looks back at the blonde "My dad always tells me that if you make a promise while the sun sets, you can't break it"
"Well, I'm going to be cursed or something like this?" JJ...
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The five Pogues sat around a small fire on the beach, each perched on a piece of driftwood they had dragged together. The night air was cool, the flames casting a warm glow that danced across their faces, and a feeling of quiet anticipation settled over them as they waited to find out what this mysterious meeting was all about. Maeve was beside JJ, who tugged at the tie around his neck in frustration. Noticing his struggle, she leaned over to help him, her fingers gently loosening the knot.
–Thanks, Eve –JJ breathed, a relieved smile breaking across his face as he looked at her –That thing was strangling me
She smiled back –Of course
JJ glanced down at her, his gaze lingering for a moment –By the way, what's with the dress? Didn't know you could clean up this well
–Well, don't get used to it –Maeve rolled her eyes, shaking her head –This thing is definitely going back in the closet after tonight
–No, I'm serious –JJ insisted, moving a little closer, his voice lowering to a more flirtatious tone –You look beautiful
His compliment and his bold manner made her blush, left her speechless for a moment, and she returned it with a knowing smile –Thanks
Across the fire, Pope shifted uncomfortably, checking the time on his phone –So, like, my dad is going to kill me already –He said to the group, his voice laced with impatience –What's this mandatory meeting all about?
John B and JJ exchanged a look, the kind that meant they were in on something big.
–Might as well tell him, man, before we're gaffed –JJ nudged John B
Maeve's brows furrowed in confusion. She scanned their faces, noticing a spark of excitement in both John B and JJ. What the hell were they talking about?
John B stepped closer to the fire, looking each of them in the eye –Are you ready for this? –He asked, his voice filled with the kind of intensity that could only mean trouble
–Yes –Kiara practically shouted, her patience long gone
With a dramatic pause, John B finally revealed –So... the gold never fell with the Royal Merchant
A heavy silence followed, then Pope groaned, passing his hands over his head –Oh my God, here we go again –He muttered, catching Maeve's eye with an exasperated look
–John B, look –Maeve started
—No, all right, wait –JJ interjected, cutting her off with a wave of his hand –Hear him out, alright? –He glanced at Maeve, gauging her reaction, and she nodded, her curiosity piqued
John B's enthusiasm was palpable, his energy practically radiating off him as he prepared to unveil his revelation. He bounced slightly on his seat, looking like a kid ready to tell a ghost story around the campfire –It's been here the whole time –He paused for dramatic effect, letting the weight of his words sink in –It's on the island
