The first part of Strike Out Number One had the protagonist Gage King awakening to his surroundings in the glass cube. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there or what he was doing immediately before, but he knew he was in trouble. There was an elevated stone slab in the corner of the cube he could sit or sleep on but that was it except for the ocean around him; it was as all-encompassing as the pervasive blue sky on a clear spring day.
Gage was a musician so his skills were limited when it came to living in a cube at the bottom of the ocean. Hitherto, a folk tune could fetch a supper or a blues lick a beer; but in his current surroundings, all of that practice got him a handful of dog shit.
Squinting, he peered through the invisible walls of the cube into the deep ocean flora but didn’t see much at all; sand, corral, and large rocky contusions. It looked about as interesting as many of the rock venues he had played in Detroit and Flint. It was just missing the old guy in the corner watching sports who would talk to you about nothing until he left because he was lonely.
Gage, not at all settled into his new home, was quite lonely, too.
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