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Full Summary: Violet Fisher and Bryrony Grey, two unlikely women, set out to prove their family's wrong. In a world where names mean everything, it's hard to seperate yourself and make your own name. These girls are going to do what they can to change that, though. Little do they know that two certain captains of Dutch Harbor know their stories and have a little bet of their own going on. When they meet two deckhands, things seemed to change. With a mix of romance, humor, betrayl, and confusion, will Violet and Bryrony achieve their goals or will it ultimately all fall apart?

Chapter One

- Bryrony's Point of View-

I still don't know why I'm doing this. Well, maybe I do, I'm just not sure I'm actually ready to do this. Most people would think it was impossible but my friend Violet and I don't really know the word impossible. At least, we like to think we don't. We know we have limits but we like to push those, to break them and be out of our element. We like to prove people wrong, or more importantly, prove our fathers wrong.

It wasn't that cold out but still I had my jacket on, hands thrust into the pockets. We were in Dutch Harbor, a place both Violet and I knew well. We'd grown up in the area. Maybe not exactly in Dutch Harbor, but we were here more then enough to have said we basically grew up here. Our fathers co-owned a few of the processing boats the fleet of Dutch Harbor offloaded at. We both rebelled against the ways of our parents, wanting to create our own names for ourselves. It was the reason we decided to take on this little wager.

I pushed open the door to the Elbow Room, letting Violet go in before I followed her. I'd been in this bar, many times. I sat down on one of the stools and waved over the bartender, asking for a bottle of beer before looking around. I recognized a few faces already, mainly the captains. They might not exactly remember me, but their faces were unforgettable, much like celebrities in their own right.

As the woman behind the bar set my drink in place, I thanked her. She smiled kindly before going to tend to the captains and various crew members. I turned to Violet, wondering how she was feeling. We didn't talk about what we were doing much. We were in silent agreement, we were going to get jobs on one of the boats, as Greenhorns. We were going to prove that we could work on a boat, that we could earn our own way. It was going to be dangerous, we knew, but nothing would stop us. If you want something bad enough, nothing can stop you, at least that's what I've always believed.

"You think they'll hire us?" I asked my friend as I took swig from the amber bottle of alcohol. There was a chance they would flat out tell us no, but we'd fight that. We wanted a shot, we deserved a shot.

The waitress was back in front of myself and Violet, two shot glasses were placed in front of us. "From the captains over there," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the captains table.

I picked up the shot glass, smelling it before downing it. It was sweet, yet sour at the same time. It was some fruity little drink and I didn't appreciate that much. I wasn't exactly a heavyweight when it came to drinking, but I could hold my own, at least I would try to. I could drink whiskey, tequila, vodka, might not go down well, but I could still do my best to stomach it. What were they playing it?

*Violet's Point of View*

"So," I swallowed down the Lemon Drop and turned to my best friend Bryrony while asking. "Do they automatically think I can't hold my liquor because I have blond hair?"

"No, Vi," she smiled and sipped on her beer. "It's because you have purple hair." She smiled and pointed to the wavy purple undertone that peaked out from under my waist length wavy blond hair.

"You should talk, Bry," I smiled and winked over my shoulder at the captain's table.

"Your hair brings the most unlikely attention when we're trying to be inconspicuous."

"But let's face it, you like the attention you get when we go out," she joked and nudged my side playfully.

"Only if some hottie is there, and isn't there a certain saying," I paused. "Gentlemen prefer blonds?"

"Right, then I prefer total assholes," she retorted with a smile and took another sip of her beer.

"Well, we'll see what they prefer," I replied and motioned over to the captain's table.

"Behave Violet, we're trying to get hired," Bryrony chuckled. "Not get ganged up on."

I took a long sip of my beer and swished the honey colored liquid around my tongue so the bubbles would tickle it. With a quick look over my shoulder, and another look at the empty shot glass that once held the Lemon Drop, I pulled Bry from her stool and led her to the captain's table.

The men looked worn for all the stress of the prior fishing seasons. Five men sat before us looking smug and mysterious.

"What do we have here?" A blond man with bright blue eyes questioned and nudged a rather husky looking man with gleaming ocean blue eyes.

I looked the blond and the husky man in the eyes and retorted is a sassy tone, "Just because we're chicks, doesn't mean we can't shoot whiskey."

The husky man smiled, "You're a feisty little one, isn't she, Sig?"

"I wouldn't say she's feisty," the woman beside me retorted. "She just knows what she wants."

"Well then," another brunette man with a beard mustache combo replied. "Take a seat ladies."

"And welcome to the captain's table," the husky man smiled warmly.

-Bryrony's Point of View-

This wasn't going to end well. I could already tell from the mischievous glint in the men's eyes. Oh hell, what had we got sucked into? Did I even really want to do this? The answer, I was surprised to find, was a hell yes, I did. I didn't do much of the talking, I tend to sit back and watch, observe. The only person I've ever really let myself talk around was Vi, I guess that's why we got along so well. I didn't mind offering up a line or two, but besides that, I let Violet take the wheel. I had a feeling this was going to change though, I'd have to assert myself, something that came as a challenge to me.

"So, you two looking for jobs?"

I nodded my head, "You probably get plenty of Greenhorns around here, or at least people like us looking for work on one of your boats."

"Not exactly like you," the huskier man offered up. "Most of the guys looking for work are guys, not women, such as yourselves."

"Well, we're one of a kind," Violet said as she took a seat. I followed her lead and sat beside her, looking at the captains sitting at the table. "What's it take to get a job?" she wondered.

This wasn't going to end well. The blond haired captain and the darker haired captain conversed in hushed tones for a second before looking back at us. "Two things you have to do before we'll consider you," the blond haired man said. "Out drink the Hillstrand brothers and Captain Phil's son Josh, and then you'll get the second part once you've done that."

"If you can do it," Captain Phil, or who I assumed to be Captain Phil corrected.

I watched as Violet nodded, knowing she was rather confident about this challenge. I, on the other hand, was worried. I could drink, but not as much as my best friend. Shit. I was going to be in trouble. The blond haired captain waved over the bartender, ordering twenty shots of whiskey to start with. Here we go.

Picking up a shot glass, I winced. This was not going to be easy. The Hillstrand boys, or Andy and Jonathan as they were introduced to us, Josh, and Violet picked up their own shot glasses. Phil said go, and we downed the first round. The second and third seemed to fly by, soon we were at the fifth and I was already feeling the effects.

*Violet's Point of View*

To my left, I saw Bry wincing as she finished off her seventh shot and gagged a little bit. She was hurtin' already and we'd only just started. She looked at me sorrowfully and shook her head as another full shot of whiskey was set in front of her.

"I can smell failure," Andy said energetically as he sipped from a beer while we took a mini break from the whiskey.

"Fuck off, it ain't over, till it's over," I hissed and added. "I'll take over for her. I'll out drink you boys taking both of our shots."

Bryrony's eyes got wide and she replied in hushed tones, "Good luck Vi. Remember our dads."

I looked at Captain Phil and scowled playfully while I gulped down both our shots. He looked surprised and nudged his son Josh whom was still on his sixth shot.

"You talk a pretty big game," Sig muttered and added. "I like that in a greenhorn."

"They haven't won yet!" the Hillstrand Brothers retorted.

I smirked when my eighth shot was placed in front of me, technically my ninth and tenth counting Bry's, that I had to drink. Little did these men know that my dad had taught me to shoot whiskey the minute I turned eighteen. He said that one day it would impress a man to out drink him, and still be able to function.

"I'm out," Josh murmured as he looked at his eighth shot. "I'll die."

"I swear to fucking Christ, Josh," Phil retorted. "She probably weighs no more than 130 pounds and you're giving up?"

"I won't be able to get you crab tomorrow morning, pops," he replied and pushed away the full shot glass.

"More for me." I smiled as I pulled his shot in my gathering pile of glasses. The Hillstrand Brothers gulped and took their final shots while I finished all three glass before they wiped their mouths.

"Be careful Vi," Bry's voice was in my ear. "You don't want to get too crazy."

"Fuck this," Andy and Jonathan said simultaneously. "Shit woman, you'll kill us."

"I always win when it comes to whiskey," I smiled and felt my stomach rumble.

I may have been able to drink these boys under the table, like a real sailor, but I'm only 130 pounds. Sooner or later the alcohol that's warming my blood rushes to my head and I make bad decisions, and flirt with unsuspecting men. Oh what a night this was going to be!

-Bryony's Point of View-

Oh, Christ. Already the alcohol was messing with me. I looked over at Violet and laughed, she had done what she had set out to do. She had bested the boys and they knew it.

"Alright, part two," Captain Phil looked at me. "What's your name?"

"Bryrony, sir," I answered, adding the sir part out of instinct. It was how I had referred to my father, it was how I referred to most males about my father's age.

He gave a nod before telling me to follow him. I did so while trying to walk straight. It wasn't exactly going like I had hoped, though. I leaned up against the wall just outside of the Elbow Room, gazing up at Phil, curiosity in my green eyes as I tried to get my bearing.

"You're going to go to that boat over there." He paused to point out a moderately sized white boat, a family crest painted just under her wheelhouse, and the word Northwestern stenciled on its side. It was a beautiful boat and I found myself wishing I would get to be on that particular one. "You need to take something of Sig's. I'd prefer it be something like his jacket, but anything with the name Northwestern on it will work. You can't get caught, got it?"

I nodded my head. It looked to be a long walk. I was so fucked. Heading toward the boat, I tried my best to concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other. Jesus, this was getting harder and harder.

It took me ten minutes, way longer then I was hoping, to get to the boat. I looked from the dock, to the deck of the Northwestern. This was definitely going to take all of my concentration. If I misjudged the distance from the dock to the deck, I'd take a plunge into the cold sea below. I did not need that.

I grabbed for the rail and tried my best to swing on board. It didn't go over so well, I could feel my feet slide out from under me, leaving me dangling over the water. I felt a pair of strong, calloused hands take hold of mine and haul me on board. I let out a gasp, not believing I wasn't in the cold water. I looked up, meeting the brown eyed gaze of a man that looked somewhat familiar. It wasn't like I had seen him somewhere before, it was more like his features looked like those of someone else I had met.

"What are you trying to do, Red?" he asked.

I couldn't say anything. Phil said not to get caught. I was fucked, again. "I, um, see, the thing is," I started nervously. "Captain Sig wanted me to grab his jacket for him. The one that says Northwestern on it." Was that me? That was not me. I was not nearly that quick witted. What the hell? Oh damn it, I must have been channeling Vi. For once, I found myself grateful for doing so. Was he going to believe this? I bit my lip as I waited for his answer.

*Violet's Point of View*

I saw Captain Phil walk off with an inebriated Bry in tow. Josh looked like he was going to puke or pass out, and the Hillstrand brothers were singing an old Dutch Harbor drinking song. It was Sig who looked at me directly and slid next to the seat once occupied by Bryrony.

"I'm Violet Fischer, by the way," I stuck my hand out sloppily and smiled as Sig took my hand to shake it.

"You want to be a green horn, Goldfish?" Sig questioned and added. "You have to borrow something from Captain Phil."

"Borrow as in give back or borrow as in keep it forever?" I replied and took a sip of water the waitress and brought to the table.

"Keep it forever," Sig chuckled. "And it has to have some sort of Cornelia Marie logo on it. Preferably a jacket, you'll be a greenhorn for sure. Oh, and don't get caught."

I nodded and took a final sip of my water before making my way out of the smoky Elbow Room. Captain Phil passed me on my way out and in my drunken state, I blew kisses to the Captain's table. Little did I know that Sig and Phil were decided on who they would hire for their respective boats.

"I call Miss Sassy Blond."

"I want Red."

It took me at least seven minutes to get to the dock and another ten to find the damned Cornelia Marie. That fucker was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I was a little more fucked up than I thought. With a quick look over my shoulder, I did a running leap from the dock of Dutch to the deck of the 'Marie. My head was spinning and my throat burned from taking in such a sharp breath before jumping. Those twelve shots were going straight to my frontal lobe; the part of the brain that controls decision making.

I quietly made my way through the maze of crab pots and found the tiny ready room filled with rain gear and extra buoys. It took great concentration to sneak down the steps and find the captain's stateroom. I looked in every nook and cranny to something that said "Cornelia Marie" on it, but no luck. That must have meant that his jacket was up in the wheel house. FUCK.

"The fuck are you doing in here?" A voice pulled me from my sifting through Phil's bags.

I stood up and flipped my hair from off my shoulder and turned around to reveal the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. His angry expression changed instantly to awe. I had to think on my feet, but it was what I did best. He was wearing a red baseball hat with a hoodie pulled up over the hat. His golden hazel eyes glimmered under the fluorescent lights while a smirk played at his lips.

"I got lost," I smiled coyly only stumbling once while walking up to him. I saw he was wearing a jacket that said Cornelia Marie on the right front chest area. "Can you do me a favor?"