"Now make sure you treat her like any other greenhorn. Just because she's a girl doesn't mean you have to coddle her or anything," Jake told Phil.

"Well look at you, telling me how to run my crew. Don't worry; I'm sure the guys will give her enough trouble to last a lifetime. She better be as tough as you say she is," said Phil.

"Don't tell her I said this, but she'll do alright. She's hearty for being a girl."

"And a pretty one at that. My guys'll be all over her. You ain't datin' her right?"

"Oh god no, we're just friends. Leah's used to, uh, male attention though if you know what I mean."

"At the very least it'll be pretty luxurious to have a doctor on board."

Her first day of work, Leah managed to keep up with the rest of the crew. Loading pots on board was a good measure of how she'd do at sea. She scurried up the stacks like a monkey, even faster than Jake.

"Looks like you're doing pretty good there, Doc. I'll be out of a job soon," said Jake, who had taken a moment to watch her work.

"Yeah, you will be out of a job soon, but it won't be because of her. Move your fucking feet!" Phil yelled from the wheelhouse. Everyone came in to rest a few hours during the trip to the fishing grounds. And they were hungry.

"Greenhorn gets to cook!" Josh said as he took off his sweatshirt.

"That's fine by me, I'm probably the best chef here anyway," she said.

"We'll be the judge of that," Freddie said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Leah took off her shirt and bra and changed into some tiny shorts and an oversized hoodie. As she walked to the kitchen she was met with whistles.

"I could get used to this," said Jake, smacking her ass.

"You'll have to," said Leah. Before long the galley was filled with the delicious aroma of pot roast. It drew the crew in like flies to honey.

"Oh god, that smells amazing!" Josh opened the oven and picked a piece of meat off. Leah turned around and smacked his hand.

"Where are your manners? You can wait," she chided.

"Ow! Damn it girl, these are my money makers!"

"You can put them to work then."

Josh grabbed her waist and started pulling her waist towards his, "How's this?"

Leah wriggled herself free, "Not quite what I meant. Set the table."

Josh set the table defiantly while Jake and Freddie laughed at his scolding. As Leah brought the spread to the men, they dug in before she even sat down. She managed to get two platefuls of food-one for her, one for Phil.

"Don't you dare touch this plate, I'll be right back," she said walking up the stairs. Phil was at the wheel, bouncing his leg up and down frantically. He stopped, though, when he saw his dinner.

"Looks great! Thank you," he said as he shoved forkfuls into his mouth.

Leah smiled, "Glad you like it."

"How are they treating you? I don't have to talk to anyone, do I?" he asked, chewing.

"Nothing I wasn't expecting. But if you feel like yelling at your boys, who am I to stop you?" she stood behind the captain and started rubbing his shoulders. She moved softly at first, then tightened her grip, working out all the kinks. The man sighed and closed his eyes. After a few minutes Leah turned to walk downstairs.

"I like those little shorts you got on, Doc," Phil said blissfully.

"It's all for you, captain," Leah winked.

By the time she returned to the kitchen all the food had been eaten, her plate aside. Leah scarfed down her dinner and started on the dishes.

"No, I'll do them. You made dinner," Freddie pushed her aside. Leah smiled thankfully and lounged around the table. Without meaning to she fell asleep, and was awoken by someone's rough hands stroking her legs.