CHAPTER XXII The Tragedy of Bartholomew - Part 2
Morning arrived, the man woke up from his deep sleep. Beside him, his wife has been awake beforehand, he can smell the aroma of bread and soup. He immediately woke up and opened his bedroom window.
"Hey Bartolomew, how early you wake up for such a lazy!!!"
It was Carlos, his fellow fisherman friend who had just returned from sailing.
"Shut up Carlos, I'm just resting for a few days!"
"Aye~ aye~, keep resting there, and let all the fish in the sea get caught by me without leaving one for you, yah! Gya ha ha ha ha!"
Carlos continued his steps.
Even Bartolomew should still fish and not rest at all now, even though he is old. But that all changed since he found a jewel in one of the fish he caught.
A shining green gem, measuring as wide as the diameter of his index finger. It was lucky he was, thanks to a gem that he can now rest a few weeks without fishing.
But the clear sky immediately turned dark in front of Bartolomew.