Whale-spot

Narrow shafts of light were still breaking through the clouds. And then they weren't and it was almost dark. John cast his hand line another time but complained about the bait, which was smelly.
"Smelly squid", he said. The bait landed with a splash and all the curious fish were quick to evacuate the area.
Sometimes fishing isn't about catching fish.
"Fuck!" John said. "What was that?" Pointing to the horizon.
"Where? Where?" I said.
"Over there!"
"What was it?"
"I don't know, it was big."
And then it shot a spout of water and splashed again. It was very big. My first whale-spot of the season.