Chapter One

Prologue

I let out a scream, as I ran down the grassy mountain of Nova Scotia. All morning there was storm warnings. There was a bad rain storm coming in, rather it had already arrived. I didn't mind though, it fit the way I felt perfectly. Clutching my notebook, it was the only thing that gave truth to my world. I didn't know what was true, and who I could trust anymore. I ran down the the edge of the cliff, and slowly, climbed my way down the steep rocking mountain, careful not to slip on a rock. I could no longer control my tears, as they fell freely, mixing with the rain that was now pouring down. My blue dress, and long sandy brown hair were now soaking wet, and clinging tightly to by slim body. In my pocket, I carried an empty glass bottle, and a cork. My mother told me how she met dad, was she wrote a love poem, and stuffed it in a bottle with a cork in the top, and sent it out into the ocean. I always loved how she would tell it, but now I wasn't sure of anything. I ripped out the letter I wrote to anyone who wanted to listen, and stuffed it into the bottle, stuffed the cork in, and threw it into the Atlantic Ocean. "Find someone who will listen. Someone who will care!" I screamed as loud as I could. My chest heeved, as I continued to cry, and scream until I blacked out.

Three Years Later

Flashback

"Jake, get your ass up here!" I heard my pops yell into the radio. I rolled my eyes, and put out my cigarette, before heading up to the wheelhouse. I knew what was coming, and honestly, I could careless if I were about to get yelled at or not. I walked through the door, not bothering to take down my hood from my rainsuit. "Jacob, what is going on with you? You cant just not work, all the guys need you, now wake your ass up, and get out there, and start helping the guys pull these damn pots!"

"Sorry." I told my dad. No matter how hard I tried to be, I knew that once he raised his voice, or told me to do something I did it. I loved my pops, and I wanted to make him proud. The thing was, being the youngest son of a crab boat captain carried a lot of responsibility. It seemed my dad looked more to me to carry on his legacy then my oldest brother, Josh. I couldn't understand why. Josh was older, taller, and much stronger then me. I was the youngest one of the boat, the skinniest, and I surely didn't have the muscles that the rets of the guys had. Dont get me wrong, I could damn well pull my own share around here. Half of the time I was telling Josh what to do.

"Twenty more pots, then you all can rest." Phil Harris spoke out into the radio. It was the middle of Opillo season, and it was freezing out. The guys were in the middle of a crab count when I arrived on deck. "Good morning sunshine!" I heard my brother snear. I didn't bother looking at him, and just flipped him off.

"Go get some bait, and so we can set the pot back." Josh said.

"Why me? Your the greenhorn. You do it." Jake spat back.

"I'm the greenhorn, yet your the one that cant ..." Before Josh could finish a wave, came up and sent the crew to the floor. Phil returned to the mike, giggling, "That was a big one. Everyone alright?"

End of Flashback

"Alright guys, a new storm report came in. We need to hurry with the last 10 pots, and we are going to go just have to ride this one out."

Jake stared into the sea, watching for the next bouy. He couldn't help the memoriest that floated back to him. The last time he was in a storm this serious, was when his father was still alive. Jake Anderson looked over to his friend, and crew mate, he knew the look on his face all to well. "Hey Harris, its only ten more pots. Can you handle it?"

"Yeah dude, of course." Jake Harris refused to make eye contact with Jake Anderson. He knew all to well if he did he would start to cry. He only let himself cry infront of his brother, and right now, he wanted his brother. He wasn't strong enough to deal with his emotions. He couldn't handle it. He knew he was a failure in his pops eyes, and probably in his brothers too. But he couldnt help the fact that he missed his brother. He would have given anything to stay on the CM, but the lousey fishing last season forced them to go their own ways.

"Harris, can you come to the wheelhouse." Came Captain Sig's voice over the radio. Jake was somewhat relieved that he could go inside, but on the other hand, he didn't want to face Sig. Slowly he made his way inside, hoping the captain wouldn't ask any questions. He knew his eyes were swollen and red. Easy excues was to just say he was tired. It was their third day awake without rest. Jake was exhausted, hungry, and sore, not to mention he was emotionally drained. "Whats up Captain?" Jake said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

"Its your brother." Sig said, handing Jake the phone.

"Hey bro!" Jake said with a smile on his face. He was happy, and thankful to be able to hear his brothers voice.

"Hey Jake. Just wanted to say be safe, and do a good job."

"Thanks bro. Were going to head for cover, and just sit out the storm. We got ten pots left before we make it in."

"Thats a close call, the storm is moving pretty damn fast. Its supposed to be the worst one this season. Were already sitting." Josh informed his little brother. Jake could tell, because of all the explosion in the backround. He couldn't help but laugh, knowing how the Hillstrand brothers loved their explosives, and loved to set them off at any chance they got. "Sounds like a party!" Jake said. "You know it! Alright bro be safe. Love you!"

"Love you too, miss you Josh."

"I miss you too Jake."

"Hey Sig, can we have our crew member back so we can get these pots, or what?" Edgar called out, clearly getting annoyed. He, and Sig loved Jake, and Josh as if they were their own sons. Phil was their bestfriend, and all of the Captains made a promise to him to watch over the boys when he passed. Sig, and Edgar each had a different way of doing things. Sig didn't want to be hard on Jake, therefore let him slide by without much disapline. Edgar however drew a fine line between work and personal life. Right now Edgar needed Jake to work, and he didn't care if he sounded mean about it, things had to get done.

"Yeah, hes coming down right now."

It wasn't long before they were on their last pot. As Jake Anderson, and Jake Harris started sorting through the crab, and discarding the ones that they couldn't use, the boys noticed something weird in the stack of crabs. Something that shouldn't have been there.

Hey guys, its been a while since I have written anything. So, I've decided to write something COMPLETELY different from anything I've ever written. I'm enjoying this one a lot! I hope you enjoy, and comment for the next chapter. Thanks!