The sea was calm, the sky was beautiful: the perfect combination Star Coral Cookie saw everyday, the weak waves reaching for the moon in longing (ar at least, that's what her grandmother's tales told her).

Suddenly, a small, sturdy fishing vessel, looking perhaps a bit worse for wear after navigating the distant currents, chugs into view near the small anchorage.

Star Coral Cookie beams, clipping her polishing cloth onto her belt loop. She adjusts her sailor hat and grabs the glowing coral lantern, its light casting patterns on the spiraling metal stairs as she descends.

"Ahoy there, vessel!" She calls out.