Swiftcurrent Creek curse of the black pearl

Of all the children thus far. Caliste had seemed to get his mother and his uncles accent the most. And Etienne would be lying if he said that just didn't make him so proud. And fill him to teh brim with the warm and fuzzies. Their accents, the language. It felt like home and to have a small piece of that. Well. He grinned.

Trezò ey. Oke ann jwenn kèk.

Etienne nudged his niece and then nodded and put his nose to the ground and began to walk slowly towards the creek. He was willing to bet they could find a cache or some old bones. Maybe some pretty rocks.