Dangers of Dangling
by Jez Patterson
"Because angling makes men peculiarly obtuse," Percina remarked, having spent about an hour working out the line. As it were.
Martin carried on setting out the fishing equipment.
They were carrying a party of eight anglers who'd spent the entire voyage to the Wowen Cluster drinking and boasting of their biggest catches. Space fishing was limited by the cost of equipping a ship and getting to the far-flung location--and the fact there were very few things that actually swam in Space.
Although she'd sworn she wouldn't accept any more captaining jobs which were welcoming wallies and wastrels on whacky ways to whittle away their wealth, Captain Percina Saunders no longer had that luxury. Since learning she was expecting a child, she and Martin needed the money.
"Motherhood is more like Robin Hood," her mother had told her. "A quick transference from rich to poor, a constant feeling you're wearing ill-fitting tights, and sharing your life with a preachy, balding fat man."
It wasn't one of her mother's better lines. Martin, following all the enhancements Percina had paid for prior, and as a prerequisite, to marry him, bore no resemblance to Friar Tuck. She did, however, have a party of men far too merry for her liking.
"There they are," Martin said, as a shoal of gold and silver things swam by. Percina pressed the ship's intercom and informed their party that the fishing fun could commence. She put her face to the window.
"What actually are they?" she asked.