All the onlookers stared unblinkingly at the slowly reeled-in fishing line, whispering amongst themselves:
"How many do you think there are this time?"
"It's so heavy, at least six, right?"
"I think so too, definitely more, never less...."
...
At the back of the crowd, the Jefferson Group's team was in turmoil. Ella, was that a stroke of genius?
How did she suddenly become so skilled, pulling up fish after fish?
Sally Jefferson and Juliette Jones were fuming.!
Becasue ever since Ella started catching fish, Harry North hadn't managed to land a single one.
"Harry, is it because she's stolen all your luck?" Sally Jefferson looked at the glowing bobber floating motionless on the sea surface in front of him, extremely frustrated.
"What on earth is happening?" Juliette Jones seemed to have started doubting the theory of luck.