Disclaimer: Second verse…same as the first…lol!

A/N: I never write more than one story at a time but for some reason I had a dream about this one. I figured if Stephanie Meyer can dream of a story and make it a hit, I can too…lol. I hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter 1

I sat on the airplane in Anchorage waiting to be allowed to get off, wondering what in the hell I was doing. He had told me that he didn't think we would work out, that I deserved better than a crab fisherman that didn't and wouldn't get married. I remembered feeling crushed, like my heart had been ripped from my body. Yet, here I am, back in Alaska for him. The last time I had seen him was in Dutch. I was standing in the shadows of the dock, wearing my signature black jeans, black long sleeve shirt, black boots and black leather jacket. I had my long, loosely curled, chestnut hair handing down my back; that's how he liked it. I watched from the shadows as family members said their good-byes to everyone, except he was already in the wheel house. The crew boarded the boat and I watched him pull away from the dock. Tears stung my blue eyes. I wish I had gotten to hold him once more.

The plane taxied to a stop and I grabbed my back pack, which was full of my clothes, make up and toiletries and headed out to transportation where someone was suppose to pick me up. I looked at my cell phone as I powered back up and I realized I was a good thirty minutes early. I spotted a vending machine, put in my money and purchased water. I leaned back against the wall and remembered back to when we met.

I was in New Orleans staying in the French Quarter with a group of friends. We were at Harrah's playing Black Jack when a group of rowdy men sat down at the table. I was dressed in all black, as usual, and the man to my right asked me who had died. He was a real smart ass. After I had won six hands in a row and he had lost just as many, he quit playing but stayed and watched me. He asked me my name.

"My name is Katrina. But everyone calls me Stormi," I answered.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. I learned about his family, the boat, and his crazy friends. He was rough around the edges but a teddy bear underneath it all. We spent every second we could together when I wasn't working. Then, the night before he left for King Crab…

I saw my ride; I picked up my bag as she walked up. "Hi Stormi," she said as she gave me a big hug.

"Hi. How is he?"

"He comes in and out of consciousness. When he is out, he moans in pain. When he's awake, he's crying out in pain…and calling your name."

"Are you sure I should be here? The night before he left he made it perfectly clear he didn't want me around anymore."

"The entire crew has said he was depressed after that night. He saw you on the dock before the boat pulled away."

We rode to the hospital in silence. When I got in the elevator I became nervous. What if he flipped out because I was there? What if…The doors opened on the eighth floor and we exited. We walked past the nurses' station, down the hall, and stopped at room 826. I gently knocked and pushed open the door. Everyone in the room looked at me. I walked over to the bed. He lay in complete stillness, arms and legs strapped down.

"He is restrained because he keeps trying to get up when he's awake." I nodded my head in understanding.

I reached out and gently touched his face. He looked so fragile. I leaned down and softly spoke, "Johnathan. Please don't be mad but I'm here." I really hoped his eyes would open, he would say something romantic, but that didn't happen. I turned and looked at Andy and Sabrina. "What happened, exactly?"

Andy drew in a deep breath, "There was an issue out on deck. John went out on deck to deal with it. I was watching the wheel. We got hit by a rogue wave. I looked at the deck, did a head count, but Johnathan wasn't there." Andy began to choke up. He took a deep breath and continued."Neal ran out on deck, the guys found him pinned between two pots. The one we were about to launch and the stack. There was blood everywhere. His leg was twisted and broken." He turned and Sabrina put her arms around him.

I actually was feeling jealous of them. They had a love that had survived his career. Why did Johnathan think he couldn't have the same? I turned back around and looked at Johnathan. I held his hand knowing when he came to he would be pissed that I was there and then order me to leave.

"Why don't we give Katrina some time alone with Johnathan," the older woman spoke. "We need to eat anyways."

"Alright Momma." The Hillstrand family stood and walked out the door.

"Katrina. I have no idea why my son did what he did with your relationship but I hope he comes around and you two work things out. There aren't many women in this world that would fly all this way for a man that broke their heart." She turned and left leaving me alone with Johnathan.