An adventure in buoyancy.
Preamble Jeteversek has two marbles in his velveteen marble bag. He does not play with others, no marble games, no competitions, lest he lose what little he has. Can't really play marbles in boats - not, certainly on boats that Jeteversek floats. The marbles would roll off the deck - plop! - if there was a deck at all.
Now, Jeteversek has met the experts: those learned in the particulars of buoyancy and those versed in predicting the interactions of sky and water. He, being a practitioner, one given and taking license to be on the waters, having done so for some time, has been exposed to many a circumstance and lived often enjoying the experience. Often enough it seems that he persists to bob on the waters by any means. Though, as happens with many of us in many occupations, he may not enjoy it so much as simply persisting in the thing he has become accustomed to. Change is difficult. That said, he differs from the experts in that he is not educated, but only skilled in the aforementioned arts.
The place, that thin non-Euclidean plane between water and air, is not a place, no, it is something that can be punctured with a finger though it is an infinite barrier; sky above and sea below, the world over.
Jeteversek was feeling apprehensive today; the kind of apprehension that belies a choking fear.