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After taking my pill I step out of the small bathroom finding myself alone. I didn't think I was in there that long. Shrugging to myself I head towards my stateroom thinking about where I should hide my make-up bag. It's just a small black vinyl bag, but knowing these guys they'll try and prank me anyway they can. I shove it under my mattress in the far corner and fluff my pillow up thinking that makes a difference.
"Meg!" I hear my dad call.
I hurry up outside onto the deck and see the 8 men standing in a circle discussing something. I cautiously walk up to them with a confused look on my face.
"What's going on…?" I ask nervously.
They chuckle and Phil replies, "We're going to the bar, would you like to join us?"
Obviously this can't be the reason they were all huddled together, but I take the bait and agree to join them.
Inside the bar it's so loud that I can't hear anyone, even Josh Harris who is sitting right next to me. I just smile and nod at him while he goes on and on… and on… He laughs at his own joke and I fake laugh along. I shake my head and look down at the water I am sporting. 5 minutes ago when I'd ordered it there'd been a huge uproar. All the men around me offered to buy me a drink, but mixing alcohol and strong pain medication isn't the best idea in the world. I thankfully declined and stuck to water and lemon. My dad had given me a strange look, but I shrugged it off. He must have remembered that was all I drank when I was on my deathbed a few years ago. I didn't want him to think anything of it so I lamely told the crew that I didn't want to be hung over my first day out to sea.
"You know we don't leave until the day after tomorrow," Josh said jolting me from my daydream.
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah," He begins to explain, "The camera crew has a big meeting and seminar all day tomorrow."
I'm so confused that I whip my head around and yell to my dad, "We have an all-day meeting tomorrow??"
He laughs and answers with a short, "Uh huh."
"God dammit," I hiss under my breath. I had totally forgotten about it.
Looking around the room I notice that a lot of men are staring at me. No guys at home ever looked at me this way. I was too skinny from being sick all the time and seemed to always have bags under my eyes. I sigh and excuse myself to the bathroom. My head is starting to pulse from so much noise around me and I feel a nosebleed coming on. Nosebleeds are never good and they're a dead giveaway to my father.
"I'm going back to the boat," I announce coming back from the restroom.
Phil groans and looks at my dead with a disappointed look on his face. I do not care if these guys think I'm a prude and can't drink like them. I'm going to need as much sleep as I can get if I'm going to be fighting the Bering Sea for 2 months.
"Bye," I say before anyone can object.
As I'm walking out of the bar a voice calls out to me, "Hey! Wait Up!"