Jack felt a tug on the line. The first one. He’d been bounding from bow to stern, starboard to aft, and back again for an hour, keen on… — Jack felt a tug on the line. The first one. He’d been bounding from bow to stern, starboard to aft, and back again for an hour, keen on fishing with Grandpa. And now it had happened. The line zipped across the rolling bay, reel spinning at maximum whirl. “A big…