Alone on the Diamond Sea

With a grunt, Jared hauled the net the final few feet. It tumbled, dripping and glittering, into the bottom of the boat. Several rough ovoids fell out and rolled. He kicked at one. It arced out over the water and landed with a splash.

Diamonds again. He picked one up, held it to the light, watched it sparkle.

You couldn’t eat diamonds. No-one on the island had any use for them, once everyone had some to decorate with.

“Stupid talking fish,” he muttered. He sat back and stared out to sea, turning the gem over and over in his fingers.