Broken Antler Fen it's a sunny and relaxing holiday

Captain Smudge! The exhaustion, the frustration, it all washes out of her. She sticks her tongue out at Mumble, crosses her eyes, and trots forwards to catch up with Smudge.
Maty makes as if to adjust an imaginary brim on an imaginary sailor's cap. Where will this expedition be taking us, captain? It's a seadog's deep and gritty voice. You could almost smell the wintergreen and seasalt coming off in waves. To the dark and treacherous waves of the open ocean?
She adjusts her voice again. This time, the twang of a hardboiled treasure hunter. Temples which have gone buried and unnoticed for centuries? She lets out an exhale and her shoulders slump along with it. She'd sucked all the entertainment she could out of that bit. It was time to let the joke die at least a humane death.
Oh, there was the frustration. There was the exhaustion.