Arthur was exhausted after a long day of missions for Dutch, Thats all his days were; Long rides, Missions for Dutch, Camp chores. Thats all he ever done.

Tonight he had pulled you aside, bringing you over to the ocean of water that was right outside the camp.

He sat down with you, propping himself against a tree stump as he held you at his side, his head slumped into your shoulder as he grumbled.

“Ain’t the sunset pretty.?” Arthur asked in a hum, looking at the sunset.