“It has to be here somewhere. Look for anything that glitters.”
“You mean anything besides water?”
“Of course”, Joe was getting exasperated with Mike. He asked him to come along as a cover for his mom. She thought they were going fishing.
Joe shifted his feet around in the cool stream. Only a day since he sneaked in to take his dad’s compass. On yesterday’s outing, he lost it, today, trying to find it. It was his mom’s treasure, one of the few items they sent after his father died in battle.
Joe suddenly shrieked. He cut his foot on something sharp, a broken glass disk.