"Anyway. As I was saying there's definitely a few mysteries left down here. The Ocean is man's final frontier."
"Alright." Lars agreed without enthusiasm.

The two men were spending the day on the docks. Lars was laying out in the sun working on a tan for his already tan skin. Ronaldo was hunched over a fishing rod staring patiently into the murky depths.

"You know, man knows more about the moon than about the ocean..." he pontificates while slowly reeling in his line. "It's true they...Ah!" he breaks off mid thought and begins to panic. He watches as his rod thrashes back and forth and bends down toward the water. He reels in and a silver fish breaches the water. He backs up holding the rod so that the fish lays on the dock still attached to the hook. It flaps wildly. He tries to grab it with one hand as the other still held the rod.
"What do I do now?" he calls pensively.
Lars sighs as he pushes himself up to standing and strides over. In one smooth motion he grabs the fish around the middle, unhooks it and holds it out to Ronaldo. "What do you want me to do with this?" he asks. The fish opens and closes its mouth and Ronaldo touches it gently from the safety of Lars' grasp.
"Toss it back."
"Alright." he releases the creature, it shimmers beautifully as it swims away into the deep.
Ronaldo sighs with relief. "That was pretty scary." he states looking out to sea.
"It was a Mackerel." Lars quips, laying back down. "Oh sorry. I mean a double-mermaid." he calls "Head of a fish, body of a fish." he wiggles his fingers mysteriously and flips his sunglasses back down.

Ronaldo laughs at that one. "Hey. Was your television messed up last night?" he asks casting out his line again, undeterred. It plops into the water as the bobber dips languidly.
"Ya." he states "Was that some sort of viral marketing crap? They did a bad job, I don't even know what they're selling."
"Lars. No." an exasperated Ronaldo began. "Obviously a satellite picked up a signal from outer space. I don't think we were supposed to see it."
"I think it was an ad for Doritos."
"Come on Lars. Be serious."
"Oh so you were being serious?"
"Pfft. Well I'm in the midst of decoding it. Don't worry. I'll still share my findings with you when I figure out about this Yellow Diamond."
"Gee. Thanks." Lars says with sarcasm.
"You're welcome." came Ronaldo's genuine reply.

They sat in silence after that. The tide gently started to rise with every lap upon the shore. Gulls called circling overhead and diving into the surf. Ronaldo and Lars were still except for the occasional recast and the bob of the line.

"Uhh." Ronaldo broke the silence.
"Just reel it in." Lars called not looking over.
"Uhh. Lars?" Ronaldo tried again.
"What?" he turned his head. The rod was bent double with the point just about to touch the water.
Lars sprung up fast to help him reel it in.
"What is it?" Ronaldo asked.
"I don't know." he answered truthfully. They both tugged on the line pulling back hard until the tension broke. Ronaldo fell, still holding the rod, which flapped in the breeze without the lure. Lars tumbled back too and ended up in his lap. He cursed and clambered over top of his friend.
"You said you were going to be careful." he said peering off the dock.
"I was."
"You weren't. You lost my lure! How didn't you know you hooked the bottom?"
"It's just a hook."
"It was my favourite spoon."
Ronaldo sat looking remorseful. Lars burned with his usual indignation.
"Well fine. I guess I have to go in and get it."
"Lars!"
He was already half-way down the wharf ladder.
"Don't." he snapped, diving below the surface.

He couldn't really see under the water, but he was a strong swimmer and it was pretty shallow. He wouldn't mention it was nice to be swimming in the cool water after being in the sun.
He felt along the bottom until his hands reached something rather large. Probably what Ronaldo had hooked onto. He saw the glint of his lure, but had to resurface for air.

When his head came above water Ronaldo was right there with a pensive look.
"Well did you find it?"
"Ya. You caught a rock. Way to go." he chided. Ronaldo smiled. He was relieved Lars had found it, but more relieved he wouldn't have to hear about the lost hook forever.

Lars took a deep breath and dove back down. When he found the rock again he noticed it was made of metal. His lure was caught in between two pieces and he wasn't going to be able to get it out holding his breath. He took it in both hands and lifted it up with him.

When he breached again Ronaldo heard him shouting his name.
"Help me get this over the dock." he called treading water holding the heavy object. Ronaldo dutifully obliged, with his pulling and Lars pushing they got the detritus on the dock.

The smaller man wasted no time untangling his lure from the object. Ronaldo ran his hand along it, looking at the metal piece with concentration.
"It's just some junk." Lars said exasperated.
"No. I think it's a piece from a hull."
"You'd say it was anything but garbage." Lars said laughing. He was in a better mood since he had his lure back.
"No see here. I think it's from that giant hand." he directed "It has to be rather recent. There aren't any barnacles and its barely rusted." he continued. Lars did have to admit it probably hadn't been sitting there long.
"How do you know its that giant hand?" Lars asked.
"Well. I mean look at it from this angle." Rondaldo took a step back. "It pretty much looks like a thumb-tip." He angled his fingers as if he was lining up a shot. Lars looked over skeptical, but didn't argue.
Ronaldo went to pick up the thumb but could barely lift it. He heaved a few more times, before stopping to wipe his brow.
"Alright. This is a break through. A real one. Lars can you help me carry this back to the Lighthouse?"
The other man narrowed his eyes.
"Fine."
And together this trudged up the hill with a heavy hunk of metal that was somehow supposed to be representative of a thumb.