I laid down on the pier, stretched out my hands and snagged my hat with my fingers. I was about to get up when I saw something peculiar floating in the water. It was shiny and round, about the size of a golf ball. It looked metal but I could sort of see through it.
Trist lay down next to me on the wooden planks and peered into the water.
"What is that?" she asked.
"It looks sort of like a metal marble."
"Marbles don't float." Said Trist. And then she asked me to do the unthinkable. "Scoop it up Tucker."