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CHAPTER ONE
2010
Dutch Harbor, AK
Camilla got off the plane and looked around at the small airport.
"Great!" She said aloud taking off my sunglasses.
It was cold, wet and looking like it was going to rain. She went inside and into the restaurant/bar and sat down at the bar. A bartender came up to her.
"What can I get ya?"
"Aren't you going to ask how old I am?"
"Yes." The bartender smiled. "Just wanted to see your reaction. Can I see your ID.
She handed him her license and he handed it back.
"What do you recommend?"
He smiled and pointed to the menu handing on the wall.
"A Alaska Cocktail."
"Alright." She smiled. "And I'll take a Alabama Slammer Shooter."
"So, is that where you're from?" He asked making her cocktails. "Alabama?"
"How can you tell?"
"Your thick southern accent." He said trying his best to do a southern accent.
She laughed and downed her shot.
"I'm Brad." He said holding his hand out.
"Camilla." She smiled shaking his hand. "So, Brad…how long have you lived here?"
"I have." He said.
She finished her drinks and stood up. She laid money down on the bar and slipped her jacket back on.
"Hate to leave ya, Brad..but I've got to get going."
"Maybe I'll see you again." He smiled.
"Yeah, maybe." She said flashing him a flirty smile.
She grabbed her bags and purse and out the bar and exited the small airport. She immediately spotted her grandpa waiting next to his truck.
"Gramp." She said hugging him.
"Camilla." He smiled hugging her tight. "Welcome to Dutch."
"I wish it was due to better circumstances." She told him.
He put the bags in the trunk and they got in. It took them only 3 minutes to get to his house and it had a great view of the bay. Her grandpa showed her around his 6 bedroom trailer. She saw old pictures of my mom and dad.
Both of he parents drew up here in this small Alaskan town. They were high school sweethearts and even married and Camilla came along 11 months later. Her mother had big dreams of getting out of Alaska and her father didn't. So when she was 4, her parents divorced and the two girls moved to Alabama to live with her maternal grandparents who retired down south. She never knew her paternal grandmother because she died when her dad was only 9. Camilla's dad and her paternal grandfather came and visited every couple of years. A lot of things have happened since then. Her maternal grandmother passed away 8 years ago and 2 years later, her grandfather of cancer. For a while there it was just Camilla and her mother, Stacy and life was good. Both were very happy and became close, they only had each other. Her mother soon found a new man in her life and married and moved a couple hours away leaving Camilla all alone. Out of the blue, her dad called and asked her to come up to Alaska. At first she was against it but what was she to do? She was out of college, no job, no apartment and $45,000 in college loans. She told her mother and she was absolutely furious with the idea.
"Camilla, you're going to get stuck up there." She told her daughter. "You'll be just another fisherman's wife, stuck at home, raising a bunch of kids and wishing you were anywhere else but there."
Camilla of course shrugged it off and told her mother she was crazy. So she decided to leave all her friends, her mom and the place she's ever known.
Her grandpa showed her to her room and left the room while she unpacked her things and went back into the livingroom.
"Where's dad?"
"He's at the station." Her grandfather told her with a smile. "He's working the late shift. Seems like when the fishermen are in town, cops are needed."
Maybe it will lightened this town up. Camilla thought to herself. Lord knows it needs a little excitement around here.
"So, what's fun around here?"
"Not very much." Her grandpa chuckled shaking his head. "What's your idea of having fun?"
"I don't know." She shrugged sitting down at the bar. "Is there a bar or a club around here?"
"There is but I don't think it's such a good idea."
"And why's that?"
"The bar's usually packed out with rowdy fisherman who like to drink hard and party hard." Her grandpa told his grand daughter.
"Gramps, I think I can handle my own." She told him with a smile. "I think if I can take care of myself…I'm a big girl."
"Ok, girly…but don't say I didn't warn you."
She smiled and went to take a shower. She was glad her grandpa didn't make such a fuss about her wanting to go to a bar. After all she is 23 years old. She curled her long blonde hair and slipped on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a black sweater and a nice warm jacket with ugg boots. She borrowed hre grandpa's black Ford F150 and drove around town and decided against going to the bar alone. She went to a store and bought herself a 12 pack of Coors. She was walking out of the store when a tall guy bumped into her, making her drop the beer.
"I'm sorry." The tall guy said picking up the box of broken glass that was once beer. "I will buy you another pack."
"Well its kinda late for that." She said totally pissed. "Because the store just closed."
"Again, I'm sorry." He said. "How about you let me give you the money for it and take you to the bar and guy you a couple rounds."
"I don't even know your name." She told him crossing my arms. "And you want me to go to a bar with you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." He smiled extending his hand. "I'm Josh Harris."
"Camilla." She said shaking his hand reluctantly.
"Do you have a last name?" He asked shifting his weight from one foot to the next.
"Sims ."
"Nice to meet you, Camilla Sims." He smiled. "So, do you want to go grab a few drinks? It's the least I can do for ruining yours."
"Ok." She finally said. "But you owe me my money back and a few rounds."
"Deal." He smiled.
They got into the truck and headed to the bar.
