Captain's Girl
Disclaimer- I don't own Phil, his boat or his sons, I don't make any profit off my stories, if you sue me, you'll get nothing, except my care bear collection and wrestling collection, and you'll have to fight me for both.
The Characters portrayed in this story are real, but the story is fiction and has no bearing on the actual people, The story is just a product of my imagination.
I know my wrestling fans will have no interest in this story, but hopefully there are some Deadliest Catch fans out there, I love the show and have been watching since the first season.
Phil Harris- Captain of the Cornelia Marie
Josh Harris- Phil's oldest son, crew member
Jake Harris- Phil's youngest son , crew member
Jessie Harris- Seven year old daughter of Phil.
Summary- Phil's seven year old daughter from a one night stand years ago, stows away on the Cornelia Marie, after her mother dumps her off in Dutch Harbor, Phil who has only seen her once when she was a toddler, is at a loss as what to do with her, since all he has raised is boys, with some help from his sons, Phil tries to finds some common ground for a relationship with her.
Jessie had stopped crying long ago, as she found the cold sharp wind only froze her tears. Her dark hair was whipped violently by the wind, she shivered and rubbed at the stinging in her blue eyes, eyes like her dads, or so her mother told her.
"Little brat, you got his eyes, staring at me like you're better than me." Eve would say just before she slapped the girl
Jessie shook her head, half the time she didn't know what her mother was talking about, she knew her dad sent child support, but she had only met him once, when she was two and she couldn't remember that, she only had one dog eared picture of the two of them from that one visit and she kept it with her all the time.
She only got to see her dad on TV. Deadliest Catch, she watched the shows over and over, just to see him and her two big brothers. She hated them really , she hated him because he didn't give a damn about her, no visits, no letter, no cards, nothing, he just left her with her crazy mother, who used her as a punching bag.
Jessie pulled the light jacket tighter around her, it was no match for the weather here in Dutch Harbor.
Jessie sighed and looked at the boat dock, her mother finally had enough of her or so she said, she had got a flight down here, set her off the small plane she had chartered and told her to make her way down to the docks and find the Cornelia Maria, and tell her dad, it was his turn to take care of her.
Jessie stopped and blew on her fingers, they were numb , she couldn't feel them anymore.
Tears once again pricked her eyes but she held them back, afraid her eyes lashes would freeze together.
She stopped in awe, she had seen the Cornelia Marie on TV, but the site of the big boat before her took her breath away, She would know the turquoise green color anywhere, it was different from the other boats, it stood out, she walked on and found the name in yellow writing, yeah she was at the right boat.
She quickly walked around looking for a way on, she was so cold, her feet and hands were now numb, she finally found a ladder, it was just out of reach, Jessie stated jumping trying to grab it, she reached it but her numb fingers soon slipped and she went tumbling to the dock. Jessie bit back tears, she had been hurt way worse than this before, she refused to cry, she hunched over and blew on her fingers till she could feel them tingling, then she stuck them inside of her shirt, praying they would warm up enough to get her on the boat .
She shivered as the wind whipped about her burning her face and eyes. "You would think the bitch would at least have bought me a coat." She muttered.
In her mother's presence she would never have uttered such a thing, but with her mother gone, she figured she might as well voice her opinions, not like she would get beat for them now.
Finally she could feel her fingers she stood, rubbing her hands on her torn and filthy jeans, she bent at the knees and jumped as high as she could, she gave a little shout of triumph as her fingers caught the cold metal of the ladder.
Jessie pulled as hard as she could and managed to pull her slight body up and manged to get up the ladder, she was tired and she fell over on the deck, she lay there a minute trying to catch her breath.
When she caught her breath she stood and looked around, she spotted the wheelhouse toward the back of the boat, she looked around looking for the pots, used to catch the crab.
Jessie panicked, she just knew it was close to time for start of the Opilio crab season, she had no food, no money, and she would freeze to death if someone didn't show up soon, then again, she wasn't all that sure her dad would keep her, he never showed any interest before, why would he now? Maybe he would kick her off his boat, maybe send her to social services.
She opened the door to the wheelhouse, thrilled it was open, even though it was cold, it was better than it was outside.
Jessie flopped down in the captains chair, where she had seen her dad many times on TV. Maybe she should rethink her plan, she should hide till the boat left harbor, then he would have to let her stay at least till crab season was over, as much as she hated the man, it was better than being on the streets and way better than being in social services.
No one would adopt her, she was too old, she would get stuck in foster care, Jessie sighed and looked down at the long row of cabinets along the wall, looked big enough for her to fit in, when she heard people come aboard she would hide there, until then, she grabbed a coat off a hook and wrapped it around her, she curled up in the captains chair and was asleep in a matter of minutes.