The Apprentice opened the notebook. Pages of dates. Wind direction. Water temperature. Bird activity. Currents. Previous catches. Places where we had found nothing. She laughed. “You wrote down where there weren't fish?” “Especially there.” “Why?” “Empty water is expensive.” That quieted her. Two hours later, we had not dropped a single line. The Apprentice was becoming restless. “We've passed miles of water.” “Yes.” “We could have been fishing.”