WOW it's been a LONG time since I've written a DC story!! And too long in my opinion! Well it's Friday night and I don't feel like doing any homework so what better way to spend part of the night than to write about DC?! I hope you guys like this one! Not sure where it's going but that's all part of the fun, right?? I'll update whenever I can…hopefully at least once a week depending on what torture my professors have in store for me : )

Now, on with the story!!

Prologue:

"Dad!"

"We're not starting this again, Maeva," muttered Sig irritably as he ran a hand through his tasseled dirty-blonde hair. He sighed when he noticed the rebellious glare in his daughter's gaze.

Maeva crossed her arms and glared defiantly at her dad. Her blue eyes flashed with annoyance as she tossed her straight-blonde hair over her shoulder.

"And why not?" she snapped, allowing her Norwegian-born temper to come to the surface.

Sig sneered and shook his head, "I swear you get more stubborn every day."

Maeva narrowed her eyes at him as he turned to pour himself another cup of coffee. She stalked up to him from around the other side of the counter and leaned over, her eyes dark with anger and frustration.

"It's not fair," she muttered bitterly, "Just cause I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't handle it. You know how tough I am…I take after you. That's what you always used to say, remember?"

Sig shot his daughter a glare, clearly warning her to drop the subject.

"I'm not giving in you know," she replied coolly, meeting his harsh gaze without flinching.

They stared each other down for about a minute before Sig sighed in resignation.

"I know you won't," he muttered, "I just don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" demanded Maeva, her crystal eyes flashing defensively, "If you had had a son you would have let him work on the boat."

Maeva looked away sharply as a feeling of pain, anger, and resentment overwhelmed her. She knew deep down that her dad had always wanted a son to carry on the family business. She knew he loved her, but she wasn't what he wanted…needed to continue the traditional Hansen family line of work.

Sig frowned at the look on her face.

"That has nothing to do with it and you know that," he said crossly, "I just don't want to see you get hurt…or worse."



Maeva glanced at Sig for a brief second and looked away again.

"I know, Dad," she murmured, "But this is what I want…I've wanted to do this for such a long time! And I'm twenty-four now. I'm old enough to do this…I can handle it."

Sig sighed and looked away. A look of contemplation entered his eyes and Maeva looked up at him hopefully. He glanced at her and sighed when he realized that his daughter had already figured out what he was about to say.

Maeva squealed excitedly and ran over to hug him.

"Don't get too excited," laughed Sig, "For now I want you to stay in the galley, understood?"

Maeva nodded, a wide grin plastered on her face.

"Thanks Dad!" she exclaimed, "You won't regret this…I promise!"

Maeva bounced happily back into her room and began to rummage around in her closet to find some clothes to pack for the up-coming King Crab trip.

Sig sighed and ran a hand over his tired eyes and sighed worriedly.

"I sure hope not…"

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