A/N: Okay all you Deadliest Catch fans, here it is! This story is centered on Sig Hansen and his boat, the Northwestern. I really have no idea what I want to do with this story. It was just itching to come out! Every thing included in this story, unless otherwise noted at the end, is true, including pranks and people. Hope you like it! Please review!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Deadliest Catch belongs to the people at Discovery. I own nothing, though I would love to! I do, however, own the plot.
Tales of a Legend
Chapter 1: The Unofficial Beginning
"Mayday! Mayday! We're going down," came the desperate call over the radio.
Captain Sig Hansen shook his head. King Crab season hadn't even started and someone was already in trouble.
Sig turned off the radio and walked out of the wheelhouse and onto the deck of the Northwestern.
The Northwestern, along with many of the other vessels in the fleet, was still docked in Dutch Harbor.
Edgar Hansen, Norman Hansen, Nick Mavar, Matt Bradley, and Jake Anderson were sitting on the neatly stacked pots. They had just finished their work for the day and were sharing some laughs.
"What are we talking about," asked Sig as he climbed up to sit with his crew.
"Oh, nothing," said Edgar. "Just about the time you stuck darts in Norman's back."
Sig laughed. "Yea, well what about the time you almost set Nick on fire because he wanted to take a nap?"
Edgar let out an evil laugh that made Nick's face drop.
Matt lit a cigarette and offered one to Jake. He accepted.
The Northwestern Captain and crew sat talking and laughing until Sig heard his name being called.
"Sig, are you there," the voice called out.
"In the back," Sig yelled in reply.
Sig looked at his watch. It was five o'clock in the evening. They must have been there for four hours, Sig reasoned.
"Can anyone confirm what time it is? I don't think my watch is right," Sig said, tapping his watch in disbelief.
"Sorry, bro. I don't wear a watch on deck," said Norman.
"Sorry, bro. I don't wear a watch on deck," said Edgar, mimicking Norman. The rest of the crew laughed.
Phil Harris approached the port side of the Northwestern.
"Hey, my boys and I are going down to the Lockspot. You guys wanna come? Our treat!"
"Hell yea," cried Jake.
"Isn't that something you should ask the Captain first," questioned Matt.
"You going, Sig," asked Nick.
"Yea, why not," said Sig. "You guys go get cleaned up and meet me on the dock."
"Aye-aye, Captain," said Jake as he ran to go change. Edgar rolled his eyes.
The rest of the crew followed suit.
"The Captains' diner isn't until tomorrow," Sig commented.
"I know," said Phil. "I'm not bringing Ding and Dong tomorrow. You know how they are."
"Maybe I'll tell Jake he can go "hang" or "chill out" or whatever it is they call it…with your two."
"They're pretty buddy-buddy. Have ya noticed?"
"Yea, I have. Anyway, what do ya say we meet you guys there in twenty minutes?"
"Sure, that works. See you there."
Sig went down into the boat and into his private quarters. He walked into his bathroom and combed through his thick, dirty blonde hair. When it didn't flatten, he sighed and gave up.
Then he slipped on a different button-down shirt and some different shoes.
Up through the boat he went and onto the dock where he saw Jake and Norman waiting.
"You pumped, Norman? Huh? You excited?" Jake was talking to, and poking, a rather unamused Norman. Sig just smiled and shook his head.
Matt was out next, followed by Nick.
Edgar emerged and yelled, "Here comes trouble," as he hopped from the boat to the dock.
Sig and his crew began walking down the dock in the direction of the Lockspot.
A/N: Just a side note: The Lockspot is indeed a real bar. However, it is located in Seattle, Washington, not Dutch Harbor, Alaska. As you may recall, it was the site of the "first season" of After the Catch.
Look for more of our DC captains and crew coming up in the next few chapters!