ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ - ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

"ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ," Josie hadn't expected outright instability - what was the blond-haired boys name? Whatever it was, Josie watched on lackadaisically, eyes narrowed, as he gestured about erratically.

"ɴᴏ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴊᴏʜɴ ʙ. ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ?" Great, they were talking about her like she wasn't stood right-fucking-in front of them.

"ᴊᴊ, ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ - ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ." The girl that spoke, they'd referred to her as Kie. Regardless, Josie had enough information to pivot her stare back toward the manic boy, tongue sharp and nose crinkled. "ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴊᴊ - ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ."

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Nobody had been particularly shocked on the day that Big John Routledge disappeared - the man had been treasure obsessed for as long as anyone on the island could remember.

What did come as a shock, however, was the day that Josie ended up on the front porch of the chateau - Josie 𝑅𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒. Or so, she claimed to be. 9 months after Big John's initial disappearance.

Nothing is making much sense to the Pogues - especially just why, after 16 years and the disappearance of Big John, Josie has conveniently shown up.