Sometimes, not often, but sometimes on their explorations of the reef and surrounding sea bed they would find oysters and sometimes, not often but sometimes, with in they would find a pearl. They didn't take the pearl, they let it stay and grow, but they would move the oysters into a small niche at the bottom of the moon pool.
Pearls made such a nice metaphor, strings of them at least; ever since the three girls had become mermaids they had found some brilliant and beautiful moments and made wonderful memories, some of them in the most unlikely of places. They were precious, almost rare and cherished all the more because of it. The three of them were like a string of pearls, brought together by the ocean, wondrous moments, precious beads, strung together and spanning the length of their friendship.
Sometimes, not often but sometimes, they would gather enough pearls to make a necklace, when they had three they would wear them with pride as they swum the ocean, always reminded that they were like pearls.
