Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

Bones slept lightly, a byproduct of her upbringing in a place like Tortuga. She woke and sprang onto all fours within seconds of Bazi's hard nudge. "What, what?" she asked uncomprehendingly, blinking sleep from her pastel green eyes. "'S wrong?" she queried, feeling a headache gathering behind her eyes from the sudden wake-up call. Not one to be deterred by such things, she ignored it, still blinking slowly as her eyes fixed on Bazi's pale, moonlit face.