Swiftcurrent Creek curse of the black pearl

hmmmm, caliste half hums, a lilting rise and fall like an unwritten song that had the stirrings of a melody. what did she want to do? she wanted a snack, she wanted to play, she wanted to hunt for treasure. there were so many things! an endless trove of adventures she so desperately wished to partake in.

trezò! she chirrups with a breathless excitement; blindly assuming her uncle would understand what she meant with that single word: she wanted to hunt for treasure.