"Well it ain't nothin on the end, there- that hook of yours still looks like dinner to them." He stiffens up slightly, momentarily consider reeling back in to point out the plastic he'd lashed onto the line-- but it was a good cast. He'd rather not waste it.

"Easy, Ellie, easy. Movement's fine, but no fish alive is gonna jump around the way you're tugging on that line right now."

Counting out the rise and fall of the boat in the water, Joel jerks his wrist up at the highest point before going all loose as they settle back down.