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.
Spectators grow around the fisherman.
The sun reflects off the water and hits the fisherman in the face. His coffee stained teeth are illuminated from under his hat. The fisherman just smiles as the fish is running still. It hasn't stopped since the beginning. The fish is getting tired.