The gang seemed to finally have a place to relax and settle — at least for now they did.

The birds chirped a melody whilst the sun shone down perfectly onto your book, allowing you to read clearly whilst you were lay down in the grass.

Footsteps alerted you from the world you were lost in, that being Dutch walking towards you, leaning against the wagon with his arm as he looked down at you with a pleased smirk.

“What are you readin'?" He inquired nonchalantly, his eyes trailing over you with satisfaction.