Walking through the grocery story, Jillian looked for her favorite crackers to go with her salad she was having that night for supper. This was her first night alone in Seattle and she was nervous. Jillian was use to her small Texas town of Victoria and her college home of Texas State in San Marcos where she majored in Mass Communications.

She was very excited that her first job landed her in such an adventurous field. She would be interviewing the crew of the Northwestern while they were out on the Bering Sea searching for King Crab. Jillian loved the rush of adrenalin and she couldn't find any other job that would give her the chance at this big of a rush.

She navigated her way through the frozen food section and came face to face with Sig Hansen, Captain of the Northwestern.

Oh my gosh! Should I introduce myself and tell him I am excited about getting to work with him this year? She thought to herself.

"What do you mean our new camera man is a woman? You better fucking fix this bullshit. I will not have my crew walking around with fucking hard ons, trying to get a piece of ass from her the entire season," he yelled into the phone.

Sig walked by Jillian giving her a curt not. Oh boy, this is so not good, she thought.

She picked up her cell phone and called her fellow camera man Jason McDougal. "Jay, its Jilli. I just met Sig Hansen in the grocery store. Apparently there is a situation developing."

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

"Apparently he isn't too keen on having me on his boat. I will cause, and I quote…his crew to walk around with fucking hard ons trying to get a piece of ass…end quote. What should I do? I don't want to cause problems but I want this job."

"Don't worry about Captain Ahab. You'll be just fine. See you on the plane tomorrow." Jason hung up.

Oh yeah, this is going to be interesting.

The next week was spent setting up cameras on the boats, going to meetings and for Jillian doing whatever she could to avoid Captain Sig and his crew. She had overheard Sig telling her friend Jason that she was not setting foot on his boat and if she did happen to get on then he would personally throw her overboard. She actually found that comment funny.

The following day, forty eight hours before the start of King Crab Season, the Coast Guard came on board the Northwestern to do drills with the crew. Sig got on the hailer and called the crew together. Jason watched as Jillian climbed down from the top of the wheel house.

"Are you ready to go swimming?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You know," he began imitating Sig, "…if she ever gets on my boat I'll personally throw her overboard."

Jillian laughed, "Yeah, he just hasn't realized I've been on his boat for over a week now. That's ok. I can handle myself. I did grow up with five older brothers."

She followed Jason and stood behind him at the rail. Sig and the crew were laughing that the poor little girl didn't show. Everyone did their survivor suit drills except Jason and Jillian.

"J. Michaels, you're up," the Coasty said.

Jillian stepped forward and the crew began to snicker. Jillian was five foot four and weighed in at 115 pound. The guys knew this new camera man would never make it being that small.

"Take your cap off please and prepare for your survival suit drill." She pulled her baseball cap off and her mid-length straight blond hair cascaded down. The guys went silent. Sig turned around to face what the men were staring at.

"NO! NO FUCKING WAY! YOU! GET OFF MY BOAT!" Sig ranted.

Jillian stood her ground, "No."

"What? What did you just say?" Sig towered over her doing his best to intimidate her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were hard of hearing. I said NO!" she spoke even louder this time. "If you want me off of this boat you will have to physically remove me." Jillian glared up at the cocky Norwegian captain.

Sig chuckled, "Fine, have it your way."

He bent down to pick her up and toss her off the boat but something happened. Sig was on the deck flat on his back with Jillian's foot pressing on his throat.

Edgar and Norman looked at each other and grinned giving each other a high five.