My heart riots against my ribs, silencing everything. The line races furiously through my hand, whizzing, making a blur, I wondered if it would ever stop? The fiber glass takes its turn to tease my feet, threatening to make me slip. Streaks of churning water and a fin replay in my head as I remember the happiness that blossomed through me as I saw the catch of the day, a skipjack!!!
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