Barnaby the crocodile lizard wore a tiny vest made of dried kelp and spent his days guarding a single flat rock. His best mate, Pip, a butterfly with wings the color of a tropical cove, fluttered down with a secret. "Across the Great Blue Gulp," Pip whispered, "the Seven-Scent Flowers have opened their petals, and they smell like honey and adventure." Barnaby looked at his short legs and felt a sudden, sharp pinch of longing.