The Rose Pearls
Years ago, in a small town off the Mediterranean there lived a simple fisherman. He was poor and lived in a dirty shack by the water. He made his livelihood off his nets and lures, selling his fish to those that would buy it. He scrapped by on almost nothing and had always known only this life.

One day, as the man was pulling up his nets from the water, a shimmer caught his attention. To the fisherman's surprise, tangled in his netting, was a string rose coloured pearls.They blushed a soft pink and glowed with iridescence in the sunlight. The fisherman looked around the water, expecting to perhaps see a young lady looking for her lost pearls, but seeing no one else on the water he carefully tucked the pearls into his pocket and rowed back to shore.

When he reached his shack he slowly pulled the pearls from his pocket, expecting them to have disappeared. He held them gingerly afraid they would turn to dust. He placed the pearls on the table assessing them. What could he do with them? He certainly couldn't wear them and he didn't have any lady he could give them to. In the end he decided to sell them. They would fetch a high price he had no doubt. He picked up the pearls, prepared to sell them but he hesitated. It was too late in the day to go to the marketplace. He would sell them tomorrow.

Tomorrow passed and still the pearls sat on his table. The next day passed and still they sat there. The man felt that he couldn't bear to part with the only sparkle in his life. One day, he lost his only net to the ocean. He made up his mind that he must sell the pearls in order to buy a new net. He picked up the pearls and headed for the door but the pearls slid through his fingers. He had no time to react and to his horror he stepped on the pearls. He picked up his foot to find a single pearl crushed into powder. "I wish I hadn't done that." He bemoaned, angry at his clumsiness. As he bent to pick up the pearls he paused. The pink powder glittered faintly and suddenly to the fisherman's amazement a single round pearl reappeared on the string. He picked up the pearls, amazed. He picked them up and placed them back on the table. He poked it carefully to make sure the pearl was real. It was as perfect and pristine as before. He brushed some dirt off the pearls. "I wish I had a new net." The man looked around hopefully but there was nothing. He was disheartened until a thought came over him. He fetched a hammer and carefully poised it above a single pearl. He brought the hammer down and smashed the pearl into dust. "I wish I had a new net." The dust glittered once again and on the table there appeared a brand new net. Overjoyed at what this meant the man gleefully poised his hammer again.

Soon he was selling more fish than ever, then suddenly he had more gold than ever, and then he had a mansion that looked over all of the town filled with jewels, gold, and servants. The town was confused. "How could a mere fisherman have accquired such much riches?" They said. The fisherman refused to tell them his secret. He kept his pearls hidden from everyone, in fear they would be stolen.

One day a maid saw the fisherman with the pearls. She watched in secret as the man smashed a pearl. He wished for a diamond unlike any other. The maid gasped as sparkling diamond materialized out of thing air. The man turned in her direction hearing her gasp. The woman fled into town in fear of being caught. She told her tale to the town who became gripped with jealousy. "How dare he keep those pearls to himself!" They cried. The town marched to the rich fisherman's mansion. "Share your magical pearls!" They shouted. "I cannot!" The fisherman cried. The town set the mansion alight in furry. The fisherman ran to the roof, unable to escape the flames. He did not have his pearls to save him. With no other choice, he jumped from the roof of his mansion falling to his death.

Soon the mansion was no more than ash and charred baubles. The town scoured the mansion seizing what was left of the jewels but there were no pearls to be found. The townspeople, with their jealousy sated and their pockets full of spoils, retreated back to their homes forgetting about any magical pearls or the death of the fisherman. However among the burned rubble of the house laying undiscovered laying a shimmering string of ten pearls. Waiting to be found.
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Just a little legend type story. I was writing a story surrounding this legend but it didn't work out but I still like this story. Kinda just wanted to type it out and share it. Probably lots of typos.