Six fish from very different waters, sharing one tank and zero opinions in common.
Some are saltwater, some are freshwater, and all of them have something to say about it. Together they watch the humans, debate whatever is on TV, and swim off on adventures that make no sense until the very last line.
A glowing jellyfish in a knit beanie who has a cleanse, a crystal or a breathing exercise for every crisis. Spiritually overdramatic, but beautiful. Half of what she says is nonsense. The other half is uncomfortably wise.
“The water is triangular.”
Freshwater born, freshwater proud. Fernando does not trust the TV, the humans, the ocean, or shrimp. He invokes Poseidon more than anyone has ever asked him to.
“I don't trust shrimp.”
Glamorous, unbothered and allergic to nonsense. Pearl grew up in a dentist's office tank and has the composure of someone who has seen too many root canals. Her one-liners end arguments.
“Here he goes. Reef privilege.”
A parrotfish in a football helmet with a theory about everything: the delivery drivers, the weasels, the GPS hidden in a fly. He's usually wrong. Sometimes he's terrifyingly right.
“Then the cover-up is working.”
Salina has read the research. All of it. She is the fish everyone turns to when a question comes up, and she is almost never stumped. Almost.
“Nobody asked about your river.”
Part philosopher, part entrepreneur, fully committed to every idea he has. Pierre will launch a currency, pitch investors and say the truest thing in the room, then go right back to his pitch.
“…Neither is time.”