Crowded on a velvet cushion

How Ken had managed to slip away without one of his siblings on his heels was one of the great mysteries of the week. Now he was here in the mangroves, squelching frigid mud between his oversized paws that apparently, he'd probably grow into one day, some of the shine of the adventure had worn off. At least if Wake was here, he'd have someone to talk to, or if Cal was here he'd have someone to tussle with...

The boy sighed heavily, until something glimmery caught his eye tangled up in the roots of one of the mangroves, was it a fish or was it treasure?! There was only one way to find out!

“Speech”