Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

It was a bit difficult to conduct a conversation in the pouring rain, yet Bones persisted, blinking rapidly to keep the water out of her eyes (for the most part). "It's basically an honor code. Aye, even pirates have rules to govern 'em," she shouted over the whoosh of the rainfall. "Its details are privy to pirates," she fibbed because she didn't want to get into a long, boring explanation, lest she drown.

"Fancy a swim?" she invited in the next beat. They were soaked already, so why not? Plopping her hindquarters down on the slick grass, Bones grinned at Ferdie, then rolled right into the water with a muted splash. She held her head above the surface, sipping at the soupy oxygen left in the rain-washed air.