So i wasn't happy with this chapter so i did a little revamp. same basic story just some places re worded :o)
Fate Always Intervenes
Chapter 1
"The Weirdest Thing Ever"
Captain Sig Hansen sat in the wheelhouse of the F/V Northwestern, rain mixed with snow tapping the windows as he tried to listen to the latest weather report. "Wind warning, Winds 30, Freezing spray, rain and snow."
He rolled his eyes at the report. "Just once I'd like the weather report to be good news."
"Nah, that doesn't happen in the winter on the Bering Sea." Edgar laughed.
"Isn't that the truth." Sig said, tossing the pencil he was holding onto the table in front of him. Picking up the cigarette pack that was sitting on the table he quickly lit a cigarette, throwing the pack back down beside the ashtray. He inhaled slowly, closing his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts. Edgar left the wheelhouse as the men prepared to put the first pots into the water. Sig scratched his head with a sigh and looked out over the ocean, wondering about how this King Crab season would turn out.
The dark clouds littering the sky, Sig looked down at the deck suddenly aware that all of the men on deck, including the camera men were all looking up at the sky.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!?!" Sig Yelled over the loud speaker.
When the men didn't respond but pointed toward the sky Sig opened the door behind his seat and leaned out, trying to figure out what the commotion was about. And why his men were all looking up and not at their work. Unable to hear any sound over the sound of the loud machinery they spotted something falling from the sky. Suddenly about a hundred feet from the stern what looked to be a small propeller fell, landing in the cold clear water with a huge splash. The waves taking it over moving it along with the current past Sig's open window.
"What the fuck?" He muttered to himself, confusion setting on his features. He shook his head, not sure what else to expect when another propeller fell from the sky a few moments later. He and the men watched helplessly as an small airplane fell from the sky and into the water a few yards from the deck on the starboard side of the ship. The plane dipped and turned in the cold churning water.
Turning the wheel he directed the crab boat around and toward the wreck. The heavy load of full crab pots making them sit low in the water. Pieces of fiberglass wings washing away past the boat. Squinting his eyes he noticed someone desperately trying to get out of the wreck, they were kicking at the door. The form pushing the small door open with all of their might. Finally they were able to push the door open enough for them to throw out a few suit cases and finally themselves. He watched as his men pulled in someone from the water. Telling Norman to take over he quickly got up from his seat and rushed out to the deck. The body was lying lifelessly on their stomach and Sig reached them just in time to see Edgar and Jake turn the soaked body over. Pushing the long raven colored hair from the face all of their jaws dropped to the deck when they realized it was a young woman.
"Are you alright? Hello?" Jake asked trying to rouse her from her unconscious state.
"Do you think she's alright?" Edgar asked.
"I don't know." Sig shook his head, noticing blood dripping from a wound on her forehead. "We need to get her inside." He stated, pushing his left hand beneath her legs and supporting her back with his right.
"Look for others." Edgar ordered, Running toward the door he quickly opened it for Sig allowing him to go through first.
"We gotta get these wet clothes off of her, or she will die." Edgar said, as Sig set her down on the floor in the galley. Slowly they removed her large black parka. The fabric of her clothes clinging to her body made it hard for removal. Edgar removed her shoes and socks while Sig struggled to remove the dark blue hoody she wore. He threw it to the side the hooded sweat shirt hitting the floor with a slap. While removing the t-shirt she wore the two men couldn't help but notice how toned her body was. The black bra she wore clinging to her skin. Raising a brow, the two brothers looked over her slightly tanned skin giving away to porcelain tan lines. They heard a light whimper as she had began to wake.
"Go get a blanket, and the first aid kit." Sig said to Edgar who nodded and ran off.
"No other survivors." Jake said, looking over the now half naked woman laying in the middle of the galley floor causing Sig to blush slightly. Sig pulled her up slightly, her head now resting in his lap, she rolled over and began to spit up sea water from her lungs. Her Emerald green eyes shining as she began to look at her surroundings.
"Where am I?" She asked, holding her forehead with her right hand, smearing the blood with her hand. She rolled back onto her back noticing a man with blonde hair looking down at her. She tried to sit up but was short stopped by a slight pain in her back. Unwillingly she fell back down onto Sig's legs. Feeling cold she looked down, finally noticing most of her clothes had disappeared. "And what the fuck happened to my clothes?"
Edgar handed the dark green blanket to Sig who wrapped it around her back and over her shoulders. Sig could feel her shiver as she pulled the ends tightly together.
She noticed the man with the blonde hair and the other man who had given her the blanket were looking around sheepishly and blushing slightly while the others just smiled slightly. "Oh, so it was you two." She said, pointing a finger at each of them.
"We had to, hypothermia will kill you." Edgar said to their defense.
She nodded, seemingly accepting the excuse as Sig helped her to her feet.
"Where the hell is my dog?" She asked causing the men to look around in utter confusion.
"There was no dog." Jake Said, feeling bad for having to be the one to tell her the dog is probably dead.
"Yes, she was in the plane with me!" She said her eyes tearing up, trying to stand her legs numb and unable to move she fell to the floor. "Damnit!" she muttered.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but we didn't see a dog out there." Edgar reached out, helping the woman to her feet.
"She has to be out there somewhere! I'm going out there I have to find her!"
"I'm sorry but you are in no shape to go anywhere let alone out on deck." Sig said.
When suddenly a golden retriever ran past the men and straight to her owners feet. The dog soaked to her bones by the frigid waters but seemingly fine. Norman was out of breath as he had tried to chase the dog down.
"Thank god! Solana!" The woman gave a relived sigh as she reached out to pet her dog happily.
"Where'd the dog come from?"
"It was the damnedest thing, The damn thing was riding a wave and was pushed right onto the deck." Norman laughed.
"Seriously?" Edgar asked.
his brother nodded with a shrug. "Probably got it on video." he said pointing Eric the camera man who had been filming the entire thing. "You guys should watch it, it was crazy. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it."
"We managed to pull up a few suitcases as well, don't know if they are yours though."
"how many people were on board with you?" Edgar asked.
"Just the pilot and the copilot. The son of a bitches lied to me. Oh yes madam we can fly from Russia to Alaska no problem. Fuckin' liars." I muttered causing the men in the room to chuckle slightly.
"Alright guys, there's nothing else to see here, go get those pots ready." Sig ordered. The men grunted but went on their way. "What's your name?" Sig asked curiously.
"Why?"
"Well, I think I should know the name of the woman who fell from the sky and ended up on my boat." He chuckled slightly.
"Katie Mitchell." She stated. "And what's your name?"
"Why?" he asked, mocking her slightly.
"I think I should know the name of the man who's boat I fell onto." She smirked. "I can play word games too."
"I'm Captain Sig Hansen, that." he said, pointing to his right. "This my brother Edgar."
"And the guy with the camera in my face?"
"Eric."
"You know Katie, should get out of those wet clothes." Edgar said. "You can do that in there." He said, pointing toward the bathroom.
With a nod Katie stood, gathering her bearings she walked toward the bathroom, closing the door slowly. Edgar knelt down to wrap the blanket around the dog, trying to dry her.
"A girl, and a dog. What else can happen?" Sig asked, looking at the golden retriever that was licking Edgar's chin.
"Don't ask that." Edgar said, shaking his head.