Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing woman,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle…

Callie Torres was hot. Extremely hot. She stood on the bow of her luxury yacht as the sun demonstrated its ever present dominance over all things terrestrial, or at least over all things Miami. The bead of sweat that trickled from her hairline was stopped in its track by a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. She glanced at her watch to note the time before she made her way to the bridge. Her first mate, Cristina Yang was on the bridge making last minute calculations and adjustments for weather.

"Yang," Callie greeted as she entered the air conditioned bridge. "Oh god… it feels good in here. I can't believe how hot it is out there, even for Florida."

Cristina looked up from her work, "Yeah, it's this stupid weather system. I'm not sure we should take this next tour Callie, this low pressure system is wreaking havoc on my navigation."

"We have to, Cris. We need the payday. I love this yacht. You know it's my whole life now… I can't lose it."

"I know, I know, but… look at the radar," Cristina implored.

Callie leaned over the console watching the weather system that was raging. "It's way south of where we are headed. The only way that storm hits us is if it makes a drastic turn north. And you'll keep watch, right? If the storm changes course, you know what to do… you are a meteorologist and a badass navigator."

"I know… I really am brilliant, but that's why I'm worried. This storm is unpredictable," Cristina urged.

"Come on, The S.S. Minnow is the fastest boat in the marina. We can outrun anything that weather system throws at us… and besides it's only a three hour tour. We drop them on the island and return to pick them up in a few days."

"You're the Captain, Cal," Cristina sighed. "But I'm bailing at the first sign of trouble."

"There won't be any trouble," Callie laughed. "And… I wouldn't expect anything less. You are an excellent first mate."

"Who are these people anyway?"

"Some rich neurosurgeon and his vapid rich wife and a bunch of their stupid rich friends."

"Aw, Skipper, are you jealous?" Cristina teased. "You miss the high life?"

"Of course I do Yang, I'm barely keeping my head above water since Daddy cut me off. I've earned the right to be a resentful bitch toward the rich."

"Yeah, but now those rich people pay your bills. You have to be nice."

"Only to their face," Callie chuckled. She grabbed the tablet that had her passenger list on it. "Ok, let's see… um, oh… here it is. Derek Christopher Shepherd III and his wife…"

"Meredith Grey!" Cristina yelled.

"Yeah… it says here 'Meredith Grey Shepherd', but how did you know that?"

"Meredith and I were college roommates. We were really close, like really close," She replied. "But we haven't spoken in years."

"Really?" Callie asked. "How close?" A lecherous grin on her face.

"Oh put your dirty mind away, not everyone is a secretly gay," Cristina replied. "Just because you denied it forever doesn't mean everyone is."

"So what happened between you guys?"

"It was…" Cristina sighed. "Nothing. We just grew apart."

"Hmm," Callie hummed. Cristina gave her a look that had drop it written all over it. "So what's her story now? Married to Derek Christopher Shepherd III?"

"Yep, I didn't get an invite to the wedding, but grapevine tells me she's a surgeon as well."

"Well, how are we going to handle this?"

"I'm a professional, Cal," Cristina said. "I'm going to stay locked on the bridge the whole time, you deal with the clients."

"Ok, that's fine," Callie chuckled. "They are bringing some friends along…" She glanced back at her passenger list, "Professor Arizona Robbins and April Kepner. Oh… oh wow, that movie star, Addison Forbes Montgomery, is coming with them too. You've heard of her right?"

"Yep, superstar and McDreamy's ex-wife."

"McDreamy?"

"Derek Shepherd… Mere called him McDreamy, I called him McDouchey because he was still married to the actress. Of course, she wasn't famous yet…"

"Oh my god, why are they coming on this ship together? That's going to be awkward."

"Who knows? If they don't get here soon, though, we aren't missing that storm."

"Yeah, they are due anytime," Callie said. "I'm going to run below and freshen up real quick."

Callie went below deck to her cabin and changed into a fresh sleeveless blue polo shirt and white shorts. She also put on her Captain's hat. She turned back and forth checking herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought.

She arrived on deck just as her charter group arrived.

"Hi, I'm the Captain, Callie Torres. Nice to meet you," She looked over the small group standing there. The man was nice enough to look at, his hair was a bit large for Callie's taste. The one on his arm, Meredith, Callie assumed, looked kind of pretentious. Behind them was younger woman who looked fresh off the farm. She was looking at the boat like she'd never been on one before. Callie made a mental note to make sure she went over safety procedures with her… and showed her where the sick bags were. She looked green already. Next was the stunning ginger movie star, looking the part in dark sunglasses and large floppy hat to protect her identity. And last, but not least, an adorable blonde with a ponytail and serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm Derek Shepherd. This is my wife Meredith, my ex-wife and business partner Addison. Also we have here, uh, Arizona Robbins and her research assistant… I'm sorry I don't remember your name."

"April Kepner," the young redhead supplied.

"I will need you guys to sign some insurance waivers once we get onboard." April's eyes widened with fear. "Standard stuff," Callie added. "Nothing to worry about."

Everyone filed onto the yacht, and Callie had her deck hands bring aboard their luggage. She started reading the waivers and safety procedures out loud, then had each sign their consent on her tablet.

Addison smiled as Callie handed her the device for her electronic signature. The others had already found the bar and were cracking open a bottle of champagne.

"To bad I went paperless, I bet I could get some nice coin for your signature on eBay," Callie said with a wink. "Or am I supposed to pretend I don't know who you are?"

Addison slid her dark sunglasses down so she could look Callie in the eyes, "Everyone knows who I am, Captain Torres."

Callie walked over to the blonde, who was already pulling out a laptop and typing something. "Ms. Robbins? I didn't get your signature,"

"You can call me Professor," Arizona replied, still distracted by her computer.

"Don't mind her," April interrupted. "The heat and lack of internet makes her grumpy."

"No she's fine," Callie said. "I work for you guys, I'll call her whatever she wants." Callie handed Arizona the tablet for her electronic signature.

"Thanks… uh," Arizona looked at the name on the insurance form. "Calliope."

"You can call me Captain Torres," Callie replied. "Or Skipper… no one calls me Calliope."

"I thought you said you work for us," Arizona challenged. She looked up at Callie's face and her words faltered, just for a second, as she made eye contact. "Shouldn't we be able to call you what we want?"

"According to maritime regulations you have to call me by my title," Callie clearly teased.

"Is that so?" A dimpled grin appeared. "Maritime regulations, huh?"

"Oh yes, maintaining chain of command is very important to… smooth sailing."

Arizona laughed out loud, "Well then, Skipper, I'm yours to command."

"Hmm," Callie was at a loss. If she wasn't mistaken… Arizona Robbins, uh Professor Robbins was flirting with her. "Interesting."

"What is?" Arizona asked.

"What?" Callie blurted.

"You said 'Hmm, interesting.'"

"Uh, I said that out loud?"

"You sure did," Arizona teased. "So… what's interesting?"

Before Callie could answer a woman came running down the dock dragging a suitcase behind her. "Hold the boat, hold the boat!"

Arizona closed her eyes and sighed, "Yeah… I'm going to go get a drink." She walked away, irritation written all over face.

Callie walked back down the ramp and stopped the woman before she could come aboard the yacht. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, you absolutely can. I'm Lauren Boswell, I want to go with this group."

"I'm sorry you aren't on the booking," Callie said. "I can't let you onboard."

"You don't understand," Lauren said. "The Shepherds are going to look at a property on the island and I was supposed to consult with them. Initially I was double booked and couldn't go, but now I'm free and would like to join them."

Callie glanced back over her shoulder to where Arizona was standing, she looked quite annoyed now.

"I don't think so," Callie said. "You aren't on the manifest, I can't let you onboard."

"You can't be serious?" Lauren asked.

"I can be," Callie smiled. "When necessary."

"Look," Lauren reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. "Are you sure you can't get me on the list?" She waved the money in Callie's face.

Callie just stood there with her eyebrow raised.

"I've got more where this came from," Lauren added. Callie stood firm. "Oh, come on… Do you see that woman over there?" She pointed to where Arizona was now throwing back a shot of tequila. "That's Professor Arizona Robbins."

"Yes, we just met," Callie said. "She seems… nice."

"They called her in when I couldn't go. But now I want to go, because she is going."

"You really aren't making much sense," Callie replied. "And even if it did make sense, it's none of my business."

"Ok, here's the deal…" Lauren looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "We've been dancing around each other for months now, working on a research project together… and I think I have her just about ready to give in. If you know what I mean? And I think you do."

Callie did know what Lauren was talking about, and frankly, she was put off, but she feigned ignorance. "I really don't."

"Oh, for god's sake… she's hot and I want her. This trip is the perfect opportunity. Do me a solid and I'll make it worth your while."

By now Callie was livid. It was clear from Arizona's body language she wanted nothing to do with this woman.

Derek and the others came over to see what was going on. Arizona looked uncomfortable, so Callie lied. "I'm really sorry, but according to maritime regulations I can't let you onboard without proper insurance clearance. There's no time to get you cleared as we are about to pull up anchor and embark." She turned and stepped back toward her yacht.

"Don't worry, Professor Boswell," Derek yelled from deck. "I think Professor Robbins' expert opinion is enough this time. We don't need you anymore."

Callie climbed back aboard, withdrew the ramp, and signaled to Cristina to pull anchor. Since it was a simple drop and retrieve, this trip would be run with a skeleton crew, only the Callie and her first mate. They slowly pulled away from the pier, leaving a dumbfounded Lauren Boswell fuming on the dock. Alone. Callie knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself… she sent Boswell a tiny wave and a wink.

"Thanks for that," Arizona whispered as she stepped up next to Callie.

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about," Callie answered, but her smile said otherwise.

"I'm sure you don't," Arizona showed her dimples.

"Maritime regulations are maritime regulations. I'm a follower of rules."

"Hmm, that's funny. You seem like someone who likes to misbehave to me." Arizona said.

"Is misbehaving something you find appealing?"

"Some people like that sort of thing," Arizona replied.

"You wanna give me some names?" Callie asked.

Arizona leaned in and placed a sweet, innocent kiss on Callie's lips, "I think you'll know." She smiled and backed away from Callie to join her friends.

Callie swallowed hard. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to cool off. "Uh… you guys take your seats, I'm going to go to the bridge and help my first mate get us out of here safely. If it gets too hot on the deck, it's air conditioned below… and the bar down there is stocked too."

Callie made her way up to the covered bridge, unable to control the smile that refused to leave her face. Not only would this small outing pay for this month's slip fee, but she also gets to flirt with a very attractive professor. Win-win.

She looked down from her spot on the air conditioned bridge just as Arizona removed the light jacket covering her sundress and she reclined back on the deck chair. The heat of the sun's rays made her skin glow.

Damn… was that professor hot.

TBC maybe….