Tidi Poko stood on the white sand beach, watching surfers ride the morning waves. Her blue hair caught the wind as she clutched her notebook. Inside were sketches and plans for her big dream. She wanted to create the greatest surf competition ever. One that would bring together people from all the islands around Okie Dokie. Right now, the islands competed against each other. Tidi smiled at the ocean. Someday soon, everyone would surf together. She walked along the shore until she spotted it. The Tropical Oasis Resort rose up from the sand like a palace. Its bright walls and tall windows faced the perfect waves. A surfboard shop sat right next to the main building. Tidi opened her notebook and drew the resort quickly. This was it. This was where her competition would happen. The building had space for everyone. The beach had room for all the surfers. She pressed her pen to the paper and wrote the date at the top. Her dream had found its home. But now she had another problem. How would surfers from the other islands get here? The ferry dock stood empty in the distance. Tidi walked toward it, her sandals slapping against the wooden planks. A bright ferry bobbed in the water. Its sides were painted with tropical flowers and island colors. The Tropical Restore Ferry could carry dozens of people between the islands. Tidi added it to her sketch. The resort would host the competition. The ferry would bring everyone together. She closed her notebook and grinned. Her plan was taking shape, piece by piece. Tidi returned to the beach and looked up at the sky. A windsock on a tall pole swayed back and forth near the resort. Tropical flowers grew around its base. The fabric tube stretched out straight, then relaxed, then stretched again. Tidi watched it carefully. The wind direction mattered for surfing. Before each heat, she would need to check this. Competitors would need to know what conditions they faced. She added one final note to her page. The resort. The ferry. The windsock. Everything was coming together. Her competition would be fair, organized, and open to everyone. Tidi tucked her notebook under her arm and headed back toward town. The planning stage was done. Now the real work would begin.