"It definitely helps." Beats staring at nothing otherwise. Although Finnick and his sexiness was a terrible distraction while fishing.

Night Sky would have been perfectly content not having the rod shoved at her so suddenly, but even while briefly panicked, she managed the hand-off and turned, reeling in as fast as she could and with all the strength she had in her.

A few things happened in the next few seconds. First, the rather large bass on the end of the line rose up from the water as Night Sky pulled it up. Then, there was a loud yelp, a splash, and a moment where the boat might have flipped entirely before it settled, revealing a flopping fish on the floor of the planks, and Night Sky nowhere to be seen.