words don’t come easy to arthur morgan. it’s why they sent him to use fists where words wouldn’t suffice but those days are LONG past now & still he’s trying to adapt ( stumbling & falling more than he manages to find sure footing but he’s making an effort, can only hope that counts for something ) most days arthur wished he’d been born with hosea’s or hell, even trelawny’s, silver tongue. the way john looks at him, earnest & intense, doesn’t make it any simpler so he nods his understanding, muttering his embarrassment into the curve of palm where his hand had absentmindedly drifted to rub at his jaw, grazing the stubble there. “ i’ve had my fill of islands, just ‘bout. ” he’d been skeptical of dutch’s whole tahiti plan initially, following their tropical getaway turned disaster, he swore if he ever saw another palm tree in his life it’d be too soon yet here he is & arthur’s convinced, more than ever, if there is a god he’s a sick bastard. “ this one don’t seem all that bad but i ain’t been here long ‘nough to know really. we ain’t in chains, bein’ shot at or HUNTED yet so that’s somethin’ i s’pose, ” a marked improvement, as dutch would say. arthur hates that he can’t get his voice out of his head, “ but there’s a lotta folk here & i … well, i ain’t too sure i’m cut out for any ‘a this. ” so much time spent avoiding civilization, clinging to dreams of the fading west, leaves him on edge now that there’s nowhere left to run; no haven waiting just toward the setting sun. “ i could use a drink, that’s for sure. the rest don’t sound too bad neither. ” the offer of food has his stomach rumbling & following john out the door.
‘ yeah you’re telling me. it ain’t as bad as saint denis though that’s for sure. i always hated it there. ’ he grimaced and turned to face forward again. ‘ you’ll do fine here though. you have me to get ya through it. ’ he was smiling at this point , almost chuckling at the entertaining thought of arthur going through the island’s enchanting city and civilization. as soon as john was done cleaning up he wasted no time and immediately led the way out of the auto repair shop. ‘ it ain’t that far from here. i don’t have a car just yet so we’re just gonna walk it. it’ll give you a better chance to take it all in too. ’ john glanced at the other as they continued down the sidewalk. being here like this reminded him of the GOOD times back at home , if he ignored the modernized buildings and all. it was a beautiful day out and not a single trace of clouds appeared in the sky. if it weren’t for arthur being there with him john wouldn’t have paid much attention to that matter. it was sort of funny how his perspective had changed so quickly. every so often he would steal sideways glances at the blonde , partly because he still couldn't believe he was here , but it was mainly because of the way the sun’s rays bathed over his features and hair , it was like he was glowing. ‘ we’re so close now. ’ he finally spoke as he pointed ahead at the main road. ‘ i still can’t believe that that place is here. i always heard folks callin’ this island a magical place but i never actually understood it until i came across this. ’ he came to a stop in front of the smithfield’s saloon. it didn’t look as battered as he remembered it but it still stood out from the rest of the buildings. ‘ wait till ya see the inside. modern vintage as someone i heard callin’ it. after you my friend. ’ he gestured towards the entrance.
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