Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own character(s).
A/N: Tomorrow is the big day! King season opens and the guys head out. It's been a crazy week around here. My husband had a motorcycle accident on Tuesday (he's fine) and then I teach for the extended day program at school which has started this week and finally with play practice I have been running myself crazy. I hope you enjoy this story.
Dutch Harbor, Alaska
"All right gentlemen. Now that we are all back and ready for season sever, there are a few changes that are taking place." The executive producer of The Deadliest Catch spoke. "First of all, we have some new guidelines we have to follow. We are adding one extra person to each boat. Since last year with the sea sickness some of our camera men had and of course Phil's stroke, we will be sending paramedics on each boat."
"Where the fuck are we suppose to put them? We are already working in tight quarters as it is." Captain "Wild" Bill was far from thrilled with this announcement.
"They all understand that the space is limited and have been instructed to stay out of your way unless they are needed and to sleep standing in a corner if necessary."
Austin, Texas
"Do you have everything on the list?" Justine asked her roommate.
"Yeah, I am ready to go. Are you sure you don't mind taking me to the air port?"
"No I don't mind at all. I am gonna miss you though. I can't believe you are gonna be gone for over half the year."
"I can back out if you want."
"Ryan Nichols. This is a chance of a life time. You will not back out. Besides, you are the best flight medic in Texas. These guys will suffer without you there."
October 14, 2010
"Hey, brother! When are we heading out?" Andy Hillstrand asked as he entered the wheelhouse of the Time Bandit.
"Daybreak. Even if that fucking medic isn't here. Discovery can go screw themselves if they don't like it." Captain Johnathan grumped. "I can't believe they pulled this bullshit on us. Just one more person to fucking worry about getting hurt."
"Why don't you tell me how you really feel." Andy looked out the window and noticed a small figure approaching their boat with a backpack thrown over one shoulder and a Navy style sea men's duffle bag on the other. "Umm, I think our medic is here." Andy point out the figure walking towards the boat. "I'll go help him board." With that said, he headed out of the wheel house and down to the deck.
Andy approached the rail, "Hey man, you must be Ryan Nichols." He couldn't see the new medic because of the darkness on the dock. He was concerned because this guy was very small framed. "Just toss your stuff to me and climb aboard. I'll show you where everything is."
Ryan tossed the bags up and climbed over the rail, reclaimed the bags from the deck of the boat where Andy had placed them. Andy showed Ryan to the galley. "This is the galley where you will most likely be sleeping since we have no more room." Andy turned around and looked at Ryan for the first time. "Awe shit."
"What?" Ryan asked.
"You can't be serious! You can't be here. You're a girl!"