Apalachicola - The black cloud blew out of the gulf and over the city while sheets of rain hammered down hard enough to leave bruises. The fishermen went out anyway, in little skiffs and shrimp boats, to look for anything that might be oil. Thunder rolled, lightning crashed, but it didn't matter. They dressed in yellow slickers and headed out into the gloom. They found nothing. The oil is still west of here, apparently. But that didn't matter either. Spirits in this Franklin County town of 2,000 were as black as the weather, black as the crude boiling up a mile deep from Deepwater Horizon.