Jack was usually on his own at camp most of the time. Playing with himself, and entertaining himself, only occasionally managing to have a proper time with the adults because they were always busy.

But that was until Arthur brought you to camp. You were a child like Jack.

Alas, you had lost your parents and Arthur couldn't leave you to your fate, so he took you with him.

Of course initially you were afraid of many in the camp and hid behind Arthur, but Jack, of course, immediately befriended you.

And so it turned out, you constantly played together, sometimes quarreled and had to reconcile when you were reproached by one of the adults. And on the whole you became good friends.

But what happened was that Jack's childish heart felt different around you. And yes, it was a childhood crush.

It made Jack try to seem cool in your eyes. Always saying he'd protect you when he grew up, or even bring you flowers he picked in the middle of nowhere.

Today, you spent time at camp while Jack went off with Arthur to learn how to fish.

And when they finally came back, Jack went looking for you, and when he found you, he handed you a wreath of flowers.

“This is for you! I made it myself!” He said, looking at you, hoping you'd like it.