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Oh, She said, ready to dismiss the woman and continue her inquiry on the taste of butterflies until a word suddenly flung from her maw. Maude blinked, wondering what the wolf spotted, until she continued. Bones? She repeated, racking her brain for any memory of a wolf in Tortuga named Bones. She was too young to have known the wolf, and she was never too interested in women to begin with, especially not adults. But it didn't sound familiar. Or did it? She couldn't tell. Lot's o' wolves in Tortuga. Lot's o' crews, too. Mebbe I knows 'er, mebbe not. Prob'ly not.