When You Get Home
I'll Be There:
a The Perfect Storm fanfic
By: Fallen Warrior Angel
AN: OK, I know that this story is going WAY off the beaten path, but I will be quite honest with you: every time I watch this movie I cry at the end, especially when I see the pictures of the crew, and even more especially when they get to Sully's since he's my favorite character, hense the fanfic. I do not own the rights to The Perfect Storm DreamWorks does, but I do own the rights to my created characters. Please Rate and Review!
"OK, Sully you think about it."
"I will, Billy,"
"'K, bye."
click. Sully hung up the payphone with a sigh. Fishing with his childhood friend Billy Tyne on the Andrea Gail, and Bugsy, A.P., Bobby, and the one person that Sully hoped wouldn't keep his site...Murph. The guy really still thought that Sully was interested in his wife when he slept with her. To tell the truth, Sully had been drunk, young, unmarried, and depressed, and Deb had been drunk, young, and stupid, so the physics on that did not really play out well.
"Well, the past is the past," Sully chuckled to himself as he turned back to the chain he had been welding for a friend, his eyes catching a quick glance at his left hand, the gold band around his ring finger reflecting off of the dim lighting in the warehouse. He was happily married, something that he thought Murph just couldn't wrap his head around.
"Damn I wish you'd make port soon baby," he took the picture of his wife he kept in his pocket out and stared at it longingly. Sully's wife, Jesse, was a fisherman, but she didn't catch swordfish, she caught sharks. Her nickname was Mako, because she was the fastest person on the ship with a knife, or any other sharp instrument for that matter. She had golden hair that fell between her shoulder blades, eyes as blue as the ocean herself, and a smile that everyone said could provide light for the world if the sun died out.
Sully smiled, "See ya soon Jess, see ya soon," he kissed the picture then slid it back into his pocket, grabbing the pair of beat up gloves on the table and placing the goggles that were atop his head back over his eyes as he started up the welding torch again, totally oblivious to the boat pulling in at the dock.
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It was around ten o'clock when the Lily Mast pulled into the docks, and the night air was comforting to any fisherman, or woman in the case of Jesse "Mako" Sullivan. They had been at sea for at least six and a half weeks, a little bit longer than they'd wanted, but it was worth it in Jesse's case: they hooked twenty-five good sized sharks, and four big scale breakers, but they knew they had pulled in past their time line so the crew were stuck doing all of the unloading and packing themselves, unless someone had the guts to go and fetch the packers from the bar.
"Mako!"
Jesse turned her attention away from the glowing lights of Gloucester to face her longtime friend and captain, "Whitey, what's up?"
"You wanna be the one to go in there?"
"Why me? 'Cuz I'm the only woman on this godforsaken heap?"
"No, 'cuz you're the best schmoozer we got,"
Jesse smiled, "Yeah, yeah, you owe me one!" she jumped over the railing onto the dock and ran to the Crow's Nest, opening the door to find everyone celebrating.
"Hey Ethel!" Jesse called to the woman behind the bar, causing everyone's heads to turn.
"Jesse!"
"You're back!"
"We've missed you guys!"
The young woman was bombarded with hugs and greetings from all of the people around her, especially the crew of the Andrea Gail.
Bobby threw his arms around her, "Hey Jesse!"
Jesse smiled, "Rookie, how ya been?"
"Can't complain, how was the water?"
"Cold, but loaded with sharks, you wanna help unpack?"
"Sure why not? A new experience,"
"I'm in, too," Bugsy slung his arm over her shoulders.
"H-ey Bugsy, where's Alfred Pierre?" just as she asked the lights over the bar began to shake and everyone started cheering.
"Does that answer your question?!" Christine, Bobby's girlfriend, smiled and hugged her friend, "Good to have ya back Jess."
"Good to be home, were's Murph?"
"The pool table with his son,"
Jesse made her way through the crowd to the pool table, watching Murphy and his son play pool.
"He's gettin' better, Murph,"
The man looked up, "Jesse!" he walked around the table and hugged her, "How was the catch?"
Jesse smiled as she tussled his son's hair, "Deadly. Hey," she pulled out a shark tooth from her pocket, "that's for you, kiddo."
The young boy smiled, "Neat! What kind of shark?"
Jesse smiled, "What's my nickname?"
He shrugged, "I dunno,"
She put on a mock-shocked face, "You don't?! Your daddy knows,"
Murph smiled, "Her nickname's Mako, little buddy,"
Jesse nodded, "Yeah, that's the tooth of a Mako shark ya got there, just like this one around my neck," she pulled the cord around her neck out from under her shirt, allowing the polished tooth to reflect the light in the bar, her engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand holding the tooth also adding more reflection.
"Cool," the little boy's eyes grew wide at the sight of the tooth, making Jesse smile, "hey Murph," she looked at him, "Where's my brother?"
Murph gestured to the pay phone, "You're brother's callin' your no-good husband,"
Jesse threw him a glare, "Be nice will ya? The past is the past Murph, let it go."
He shook his head, "Why should I? That stunt he pulled tore my marriage apart,"
Jesse took his arm and led him away from his son, "No it didn't. What Davie did had nothin' to do with your divorce with Deb. They were drunk, she was actin' stupid, and you know Davie he just went along with whatever she was doin' because I'll put twenty bucks on it that he was drunk, too. So let it go," she pat his shoulder and walked over to the payphone where Billy had just hung up the phone from talking with his brother-in-law, Sully.
"Well, well, well, Captain Billy Tyne of the Andrea Gail, what's it been six and a half weeks?" Jesse teased him.
"Jess!" Billy swooped her up in a loving embrace, "Oh I missed ya sis!"
Jesse kissed his cheek, tipping his hat up, "Missed you, too big brother. Hear you just got off the phone with my husband?"
Billy nodded, "Yeah, I was offerin' him a spot on the boat, one of my guys left the site and I need a replacement."
Jesse sighed, leaning against the wall, "When ya goin' out?"
Billy rubbed the back of his neck, "Promise ya won't bite me Mako?"
She folded her arms, "Depends."
He sighed, "Two days,"
Jesse's eyes grew wide, "What?! And where are you plannin' on goin' exactly?"
"The Grand Banks,"
"In the middle of October?! Christ Billy you'll go and get yourself killed, and them!"
"How do ya think Sully and I feel when you go out?! Your job is twenty times more dangerous than ours because your catch can kill ya if ya screw somethin' up!"
"I know that Billy!" she sighed, trying to keep her voice down, "Look, Brown ain't gonna let us get the packers out there so Whitey, Bull, Blue-tip, Thresher, Hammerhead, and I are lookin' for some help. You wanna gather your crew and lend a hand?"
Billy smiled, "Anything for my little sis."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you on the dock in five," she headed out of the bar and began the small sprint down to Sean McKinley's warehouse, where she found her husband standing in front of a large boat anchor chain on a welding bench, the torch's fire glowing bright in the semi-dark warehouse. Jesse walked up silently behind him and ran her fingers lightly up the nape of his neck, causing him to jump.
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"Jesus Christ!" Sully shut off the torch and spun around to come face-to-face with his wife.
"Jess?" He couldn't believe his eyes.
Jesse smiled, "Miss me much baby?"
Sully said nothing but dropped everything in his hands and pulled her to his chest, smashing his lips against hers. Sully groaned into their kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his passion-fueled angst.
He finally broke free for air, his hands rubbing her shoulders, "Miss you?! Honey I've been goin' crazy thinkin' somethin' had happened to ya!"
Jesse ran her fingers through his messy brown hair, she always loved the look he got on his face when she did that, "Well I'm here now, and we need all the help we can get. Brown won't let the packers come out and help us past eight o'clock so you wanna be a shark fisherman for an hour or so?"
Sully sighed, kissing the bridge of her nose, "God I love it when you offer me a job that's gonna make me smell like fish intestines, makes me remember why I married ya."
Jesse smirked, "'Cuz I'm your best friend's sister?"
Sully shook his head, pressing his lips to hers, "No. Because you like to get down and dirty with the big boys."
She smiled into his kiss, "Oh is that right? Well, we both know there's no boy bigger and dirtier than you, Davie," she traced her tongue across his bottom lip, her one hand grazing his thigh.
He grabbed her wrist, "Baby you do any more and we won't make it to the docks,"
Jesse sighed, "I've been away from you for almost two months so sue me if I want a little alone time with my husband!"
Sully pulled her closer and kissed her again, darting his tongue into her mouth, causing her to sigh into his, "After we unpack your damn sharks," he tossed his gloves aside and removed the goggles from his head, placing them on the workbench.
She smiled at her husband, "How'd I get so lucky?"
Sully sighed, taking her hands, "I dunno, but I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be married to you."
Jesse grabbed his coat from atop one of the many large, metal beams in the warehouse, and draped it over his shoulders, "I love you baby,"
Sully slid his arms into his jacket and then around his wife's hips, "I love you, too."