The Line in the Water – Real Fishing Stories From Captain Phil

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As I eased the Reel Escape near the mangroves, my gaze lingered on Jake’s arm, amputate just above his elbow. I refused to pity him—pity burdens, not lifts. Yet, a duty stirred within me to show this fare a good time, a captain’s silent pledge. Watching him test the rod, I handed him my old custom piece. His grin after the cast sparked relief. The win lay in preparation, not frantic effort or self-conscious strain. Let the wheel turn, I thought, trusting the tide and tackle. Jake’s quiet resolve reflected that—character, not force, would guide this day. Let it unfold.