The fisherman tells them how nothing is going on. He recommends fishing the reef. But they stay, soaking their chunks. Then lightning strikes five feet in front of him, the man gasps and turns pale. The weekend warriors look at him funny they don't know.
Lightning is out there.
The fisherman makes another cast. He holds his rod high and lightning hits his rod. A familiar buzz fills the air. A striper would have stopped a minute ago. A bluefish would have stopped too.