Then he saw it. Just a sliver of darkness breaking the surface. The eggs were almost entirely submerged, except for one. That’s why the others couldn’t see it from shore, and why he’d lost it. It was lower in the water now.
He cut the engine and drifted closer. It was definitely egg-shaped, a dull, matte black, about the size of a basketball. The surface was strangely smooth, almost leathery to his imagined touch. There were no markings, no seams.