Til Death do we part [Arthur Morgan X Reader]

Washed up

He must've noticed your hesitancy, because he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he could even get the word out.

"I've lied, I do remember that night we got Jack back, and I panicked and lied because I was scared of your reaction and damn well-" you frowned, staring at your hands. "I felt bad for lying, Arthur, I really did, and now we are on a boat to some island and I do not know how much longer I can stand knowing I lied."

He looked confused for a moment, eyes darting across your face as he thought before they finally lit up. "Well I knew that," he laughed, "you ain't a very good liar."

"Maybe to you I ain't," you grumbled slumping back into your seat, the deck uncomfortable and the tight space more-so. Your cheeks burned with a familiar sting,

You're a goddamn fool, Y/N, a Fool.

"Hey," Arthur spoke, Grabbing your attention, his voice low and raspy, and you'd tell another lie if you tried to say it wasn't so god damn attractive. "Is that all the sins you wanted to confess?" He joked, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Maybe for another time." You didn't return the smile, too worried that your blush was visible.

Dutch came back a few hours later, a pleased smile on his face. "It took a bit more gold than expected but, we are gonna be just fine."
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Everything was fine for the first couple of days, clear skies, starry nights. Things you may find romantic under different circumstances but less so under the scrutiny of Micah, who always seemed to show up at the worst times.

Any longer and you may have well just strangled the fool, but maybe lady luck was watching out because the next night there was a devastating lightning storm. Dutch came rushing in, waking both you and Arthur in a frenzy. You hoped this would take that bastard with it.

The dramatic sway of the ship was the second clue.

Arthur pushed you in-front of him, keeping you on Dutch's heels. In the particularly narrow space, the crates lined up against the wall tipped over, cutting Arthur off from the path.

"Arthur!" You called, Dutch finishing the question for you 'are you okay?'

"I'm fine! Don't worry about me!"  His raspy voice called out, that had been enough for you, turning to follow dutch further.

Everything was going as smoothly as you expected, obviously. There were so many damn crates on this ship. Just as you were about to leave through a door, another set of crates fell, separating you and Dutch.

Some had splintered, though it seemed like no injuries were sustained, not that Dutch bothered to ask.

You were forced to turn around and find a different path, it was either that or you die with the ship and you weren't its captain.

After taking several alternate paths, you finally found yourself at the bow, a small light in the distance shouting Arthur's name before a Giant wave came and snuffed them out. You didn't see him before so you assumed he had already jumped, and you might as well join him in Davy jones locker.

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You weren't sure if you were tasting anything actually, but the inside of your mouth was dry and salty and very... grainy? You brought your hand up, not registering it was also covered in sand before you tried wiping your tongue free of it.

Who would've thought that sand on sand would make it worse?

You didnt even have the saliva, nor energy to spit the new sand out. Instead, you dragged yourself onto your knees, crawled over to the nearest rock you could find and continued to pull yourself up. Only to double over and vomit whatever sea water you had swallowed back out, leaving a nasty aftertaste that made you almost wish the sand was still left.

For a moment you considered running your hand in the sand and running it back over your tongue, but decided not to. The sand made walking difficult, forcing you to your knees several times over.

A pair of arms picked you up, guiding your left over his shoulder, "I've got you amigo," the Spanish thrown into the phrase made you at ease, you knew who this was.

It took a few minutes before you made it to the others, Dutch, Micah, Bill... "where's Arthur?" was the first thing out of your mouth, Dutch exchanged glances with the others before shrugging, pushing a flask into your trembling hands.

You didn't hesitate in taking a drink, the fresh water soothing to the throat. "Thank you." You passed it back, "now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Arthur."

"Woah, (Y/N), you just got back, why don't you stop to take a moment." Dutch suggested, taking you by the arm and guiding you back down,

"Not with Arthur out there, the sooner I find him the sooner i can-" you cut yourself short, what were you even going to do once you found him? The words left your mouth,

"Its almost as if someones in love with him," Micah chuckled, distain in the word.

"Its not like that, I'm just- you're lucky I haven't strangled you myself!" You bit, agitated by his unwelcome teasing, "I'm looking for Arthur and thats final." You stood back up despite the protests from Dutch and Javier, although you didn't have to go far once his hoarse voice met your ears.

Out of all the names he could call, it was yours.

Spinning around, you met eyes with him, "Arthur! You're alive!" You almost cried, grabbing the flask from Dutch and making long strides to greet Arthur.

You examined his face and neck for any immediate wounds, he swayed unsteadily before finally getting you to pass the drink over before you moved onto the next part of him, scouring for anything that could be a potential problem.

Before he could even bring the flask down you engulfed in a hug, if it had been just you two you would've begun sobbing in relief, however there were four others watching.

"Im so glad you're alive."