Arthur Morgan

    Arthur Morgan

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    Arthur Morgan
    c.ai

    It happened.

    After hundreds and hundreds of Dutch's plans, countless "last cases" and days of trying to live a safe life - the gang finally set foot on these lands.

    The sound of the surf, the cries of seagulls and a light sea breeze - that's what will fill your everyday life now. Tahiti. This is what it looks like. Mangoes really grow here. And many, many palm trees..

    Jack, being the most enthusiastic of the whole gang, ran along the shore, under the strict supervision of Abigail, next to one old house that Dutch bought. The girls looked around the first floor, choosing a room for themselves. Uncle also tried, but was pushed out by the proud Grimshaw, and muttering something about an evil witch, sat down on the porch.

    Hosea exhaled deeply, sitting on a chair next to Dutch, who was bragging about how his plan had worked after all, and that they just needed a little time. Charles had gone off to explore the area, Javier was wandering around nearby, playing with the crab with his boot, pushing it here and there. Bill was grumbling as usual about poor Kieran, who was just trying to enjoy life.

    Arthur had just finished setting up his new room, and stood next to him, looking around, as if he couldn't believe that this was all real.