Coconut Grove you think you just fell out of a coconut tree?

The sun was warm. His dark hairs absorbed the light with ease, and, contrasted against the coolness of the water, he felt truly relaxed. Until a voice sounded from behind him, however. One with an accent he couldn't name. One asking for questions. Kraai turned, honeybee eyes blinking. Wide, soft, child-like.

Zeker, he trotted forwards from the water. When he spoke common, his words, similarly to the stranger, were thick with an accent. This one Dutch, however. Not the same as the grey-brown man. What would you like to know? He'd only been within these lands for a moment, but perhaps he could help nonetheless.

Just a young boy. Eager to impress.