The many royal gramma in the area surrounding the rock and The Birbalinda colored the water a fascinating mix of gold and purple. To get a better view of the scene before her, Polly popped herself out of the sea, and onto its surface. The kiwis who lacked the technique to walk on water stayed in the water, bobbing like apples.
From her new vantage point, Polly could see that the group of fish had arranged themselves into a donut-like shape and in the donut hole were the three cult leaders. Polly would have sneaked forward for an even better view, but she doubted she’d be able to make her a-little-over-five-feet-tall self blend into the crowd of colorful fish. However, she wanted to at least be able to hear what they were saying because from what she could tell, something interesting was g
