Judgment Call

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lucy Fridkin

word count: 100 words

“I know how calm the waters are, but just look at the sky. A storm’s a’ comin’ I tell you!” Warned the old ‘Salt’.

Ignoring his advice, his crew boarded the small fishing vessel and headed out.

Well, the rumors were right, the fish were plentiful, probably the most cod in quite some time.

Heading back to shore, the winds began to pick up. The tides were rough, and the tiny vessel swooped from one side to the other, until the boat capsized.

“Hate being right” he said, as he and five other fishermen carried the casket to the church.


Many of my mom’s family were mariners who fished off the coasts of Newfoundland and Nova Scotia. We lost so many, mostly through poor decisions and rough waters. This little story is my tribute to the men who lost their lives at sea; and my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers

 

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11 thoughts on “Judgment Call

  1. Another good story, well told. 🙂
    My wife, the knitter, tells me that ‘Fisherman’s Knit’ sweaters came about, not only because wives wanted to keep husbands warm on deck, but the individual patterns were almost as unique as fingerprints. A drowned man, in the water too long, could be identified by his sweater.

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