She baited the hook on her fishing pole.

Her whole body moved to release the cast.

At first, the sea remained calm and peaceful.

Then, she felt the slightest tug on the line.

A fish was poking and probing the hook.

"I know you want it," she thought to herself.

All at once, the fish nabbed it's prize and pulled. 

Her rod and body bent with that great force.

She started to tease the confident fish.

She would let him swim out, and pull him back.

This flirtation would not last forever.

Her work sapped away his vitality. 

She could sense the strength leaving his body. 

Standing up, she put one leg on the bow.

With one motion, she yanked him on the boat.

He did not flail because of exhaustion.

She knelt down to study her captured fish.

Her fingers traced it, admiring it's length.

The breathing of the fish slowed and then stopped.

Her mind filled with thoughts of how it would taste.