He had nothing else to do, so Arthur basically spent his day following you around. You made your way down to the river to do the gang’s laundry, and Arthur followed close behind. You separated the clothes into two different piles.

“Hey, why are mine away from the rest?” Arthur asked. “You and Jack’s.” You corrected. “You can’t stand the smell of pine tar and neither can Jack. I use the expensive lavender stuff on you two’s laundry.” Arthur hummed. “I’m telling everyone.” You huffed and got back to washing.

You had your sleeves rolled up, scrubbing with vigor until— SPLASH! You looked up… huh. River must be rough today. You got back to it before— Splash! You looked up just in time to see Arthur’s hand finish its swatting motion. “Damnit! Arthur!” You splashed water right back onto him. “Hey! That was way more than what I did, now I gotta—!” He used his entire arm to scoop up a wave, throwing it in your direction.