Arriving back at the Cerulean Kingdom, noting nothing had changed in the time I have been away. Everything was the way I had left it, my longing to be back home was lifted the minute I had seen the tall coral towers, the deep blues and greens of bustling fins flicking by in a hurry. There were very few jobs to be held among our kind, but we made do with what we could craft. Among the pink and red coral off to the right-hand side there were merchants lined up in rows. Hanging from the coral there were decorative fishing nets weaved into tops. While a little further down there were rows of spears made from broken planks of wood with scales sharpened to a point.
Our hunters usually gathered around the merchant making spears learning how to repair them or talking about their latest kill. How
