Swiftcurrent Creek trampled by turtles

Unaffected by Bones's outbursts—not that the child knew how loud and dramatic she sounded—the adult now questioned her about about whether she was a perfect little angel. In reply to this, Bones's mouth split into a wide, mischievous grin and she shook her head. Almost absently, she reached out a paw and placed it atop the turtle shell, which had landed facedown beside her.

"'Course not. I'm a born marauder!" she said, maintaining her toothy smile. "But I'm no bilge rat," she continued, slightly more solemnly (and quietly). "I'm a hard worker and I learn fast. I'll be a good member of your crew, aye!" She spoke with enthusiasm and confidence, though it lacked haughtiness; it was more of that youthful certitude and optimism.