"What do you mean you hired a new greenhorn?" Obi-wan yelled, spitting his coffee all over the dashboard in the wheelhouse.
"You heard me," Anakin said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. "You said we were one man short."
"I meant that we should discuss it as a family," Obi-wan responded, giving Anakin a cold glare.
"I thought that I could surprise you with someone qualified for the job. I guess I was wrong," Anakin sighed.
"Well, who is he?" Obi-wan asked, looking at the newspaper, leaning back in his chair.
"Not a he, a she," Anakin said with a smile. This time, Obi-wan spat out his cigarette, which fizzled out when it landed in his coffee.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Obi-wan yelled, cheeks burning with anger. "Every goddamned soul on this planet knows that women and boats don't mix."
"I know that." Anakin said with a roll of his eyes, extremely annoyed by his brother's stubbornness. "Listen, she's a really nice girl. I've worked with her before."
"Yeah, in the bed," Obi-wan grumbled, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.
"Obi-wan," Anakin growled, slamming his metal fist on the table. "We both know that I have a wife and two kids back home, and I need to take care of them. The girl is qualified, and I promise on my life that she will help us with our business."
"Fine," Obi-wan sighed. "If she gets raped by one of the deckhands, don't come cryin' to me."
"That won't happen," Anakin said before walking out the door, rubber rain boots clunking on the stairs. Obi-wan sighed, holding his head in his hand. He looked out at the vast sea, trying to predict how this season would go. Kamino crab fishing was the most dangerous job in the galaxy, it even topped mineral mining on Mustafar. They are lucky; they've got protection from nature. But out there, your boat is simply dust in the wind, vulnerable to danger.
Obi-wan looked at the picture of his wife, Satine. He hadn't seen her or his family in a year. He hoped that after this season, he could take a break and spend time with them. Sometimes he wished that he could just look at her picture all day, but he knew that he had to prep the Northwestern.
