Cloud-Fishing: Fantasy

The forecast claimed that there would be good cloud-fishing tomorrow, so the seamen went out and replaced all their sails with giant nets, checked to make sure the engines and the rowers were ready to go, and told their wives to pack only very solid food for them to take--cold cuts or sandwiches wold do, but soup might cause some problems. They then went to the special Mass that was always held before a cloud-fishing expedition, because nobody really understood when bad weather might occur in the clouds, and if there was one thing worse than losing a man to the sea, it was losing him to the clouds. Seeing somebody blown overboard, watching their body fly up into the dark clouds while they still waved their hands and screamed--it was every sailor's worst nightmare.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/inktea/10409294606/
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Pleasantly whimsical.