There's a momentary pause as the pair of them eye her catch, just before he claps her on the back and moves to pin the underside of its jaw between his thumb and forefingers. Given his heavy hands, it's a task to find enough room to pull the hook free and keep her fish from leaping out the boat.

"Go ahead and open that tackle box so your breakfast can't bolt on us." It's empty. Drawers and compartments all gutted to turn it into storage for anything they pull up.