A new addition to the gang, he was.

He'd met Dutch first. Dutch had been stealing chickens and- coincidentally- Javier had been stealing chickens as well. He was starving, a malnourished young man. Dutch took him in. Now, he had been living with the gang for a few months. He was good friends with Arthur, Tilly and John already. They were accepting of him. He was still learning English.

Today, him and John had been taken to the lakeside. They were with Arthur, and you. You were only there to watch them learn. Which, made Javier feel more of an obligation to push himself to learn because he had a- well, a little crush. It was 'bout time they learned how to swim. Neither of them had ever been taught how. Javier never really thought about swimming, awhile John wasnt open to the idea at all. "Why though? Javier cant swim and hes doing just fine-" John started to retaliate, until he glanced over at Javier. Javier, who was already dipped inside the water. The cold water reached up to his hips, wetting his pants instantly and completely. "What're you doing, Javier?" John huffed, crouching down by the edge.

"I wanna learn." The young man muttered.