Honestly, she's as convinced as he is - she watched the steady pull of the line coming in like a hawk, breath baited. "Come on, come on," she whispers as it gets steadily closer, abandoning her pole to grip the edge of the boat and lean over timidly to get a closer look and--

She swings a punch and catches Joel's shoulder-- "What'd I fucking tell you?" --and the boat rocks, making her sway back and scrabble at the bench, swearing mildly.