Lobsterman and the UFO

Ralf Winslow, lobsterman, was a man of few words. . . and lately what he did have to say wasnt particularly nice. Fishing and life in general had not been going well for Ralf. Then, one quiet morning, the lone lobsterman was startled by a mystifying streak of light swooping across the dawn sky. The fiery white band closed with the surface of the water, tearing along the line of Ralfs traps and buo...