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Chapter Four
*Edgar's Point of View*
The moment I saw red hair, my stomach went into a monkey knot. Red was here? I quickly finished unloading and saw that Goldfish had all but tackled her friend to ground. It amused me how different they were. Fish was loud and wild and a little insane, but Bryrony, she was quiet and always calm. I actually felt the need to drink a little liquid courage just to talk to her. What am I saying? I'm Edgar fucking Hansen. Deck boss of the Northwestern. I have the deadliest job in the world and yet I manage to choke when the prettiest woman I've ever laid eyes on smiles at me. God, she was beautiful.
"Drinks on Edgar?" Goldfish mused and linked arms with Red as I slowly walked up behind them.
"Try to keep it classy, tonight, Vi," She chuckled while smirking at me and added. "Looking good tonight, Jake should be there."
The blond giggled in delight and Red rolled her eyes in my direction before turning quickly back to her friend. "Are you going to ask him to join us?"
"Edgar," Fish smiled with an evil glint in her eyes and my breath caught in my throat. "Escourt this hot piece of ass to the Elbow Room. I'll catch up to you later." She immediately turned to Red and wiggled her eyebrows while whispering rather loudly. "Tell me the dirty deeds later, I expect details."
I felt my face get hot as she ran ahead of us to the Elbow Room. We heard Fish yell at the top of her lungs as she entered the Elbow Room, "I'M HERE! DIDJA MISS ME?"
Bryrony chuckled as I held out my arm and she held onto it lightly, "Violet always knows how to make and entrance."
I looked down at her while we walked to the Elbow Room and suddenly I caught wind of her perfume. It lasted only a second, and if I wasn't paying so much attention to her I would have missed it. She smelled like a mixture of the sea, cucumbers, cantaloupe and Marlboro Reds. My brand of cigarettes. She was turning out to be my dream woman, and I had only known her for a total of 16 hours. God help me, I thought and stopped her mid-stride. She looked up at me with those innocent hazels and what happened next even surprised me. I put my hands on the side of her face and pulled her head to mine. She hesitated; our lips inches apart; and then leaned into me. Our lips touched and I and I instantly felt tingles go down my spine. Her hands found my chest and mine found her hips. It was instinct to pull her closer to me, and deepen the kiss, but she pulled away. My hands let go of her hips and we began walking again.
The silence was perfect between us, even though the moment could have been awkward. I saw her pull a hand to caress her lips from the corner of my eye, and a smile graced her full pink lips. It seemed she had taken somewhat of a liking to me, and I had only hoped that Fish would put in the good word for me. I opened the door of the Elbow Room and Bryrony walked inside while I followed close behind. I saw her eyes light up as the crew of the 'Marie cheered when she got inside.
"It's our little Greenhorn!" Josh yelled and pat the seat next to him while my eyes flew to my hand that was suddenly intertwined with hers.
"Sit next to me," She muttered and let go of my hand quickly, realizing the apparent flush to her cheeks.
I quickly sat down upon the stool next to hers and ordered an on tap beer. The second after I took my first drink of the honey colored bubbles, Jake Harris turns to me and cracked a half smile. He looked to be up to no good.
"We should talk. I think there's something you would be interest in knowing." Jake's smile turned into a smirk as his eyes traveled to Goldfish. "I have a little wager for you, old man."
-Jake's Point of View-
"But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," I sang to myself. Bryrony, who was walking beside me laughed. It was all her fault the stupid Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show was stuck in her head. She had made me and Josh watch it with her on our way back to port. "Shut up, Red," I muttered, shaking my head.
"You know you loved every second of it, Jake. I'm pretty sure you wish Dr. F had made Rocky for you, huh?"
Oh yeah, I was definitely going to kick Red's ass in a few minutes if she wasn't careful. "Seriously?"
"No, not seriously." She was smirking now, something I rarely saw her do. Over the past week or so, Bryrony had definitely come out of her shell around us. "I bet you wish Dr. F had made Violet for you."
This made me stop walking altogether. I stared at her for a few seconds, letting the fact she had really just said that sink in. Little brat, I was so going to her get her back for this. One way or the other, the red head had it coming to her. "Yeah, I could say the same thing about you and deck boss Edgar Hansen." This worked like a charm, shutting the woman up.
Red separated from Josh and I, leaving us to join up with Edgar and Violet. I couldn't stop myself from staring at the woman. I'd forgotten just how good she looked. The memories from our first meeting floated through my mind, making me grin at the many feelings she had invoked in me. The woman thought she had games, I had a few games of my own to play. By the end, Violet Fischer would fall in love with me; that was a fact.
Josh and I entered the Elbow Room, sliding in beside Freddy. Soon, Fish was entering the pub, letting everyone present know she was there. I laughed, before throwing a wink her way. This was returned with a wink of her own and a coy little smile. I shook my head before watching her interact with the crew members from our boat and the Northwestern.
She flirted a bit and I found myself getting jealous. She should have been over here, with me, flirting. This made me take a pause and drink from my beer. What was I? Some jealous high school boy? Violet didn't belong to me, though I found myself wishing she did. Damn brain, couldn't make it shut up even if I really wanted it to.
"Hey Jake," I heard the blond-purple haired bombshell call out.
I looked up, eyebrow raised. "What's up, Fish?"
"Take a picture, babe. It'll last longer."
"You going to pose for me?"
Violet grinned, a knowing looking her green eyes. "In your dreams," was her answer.
If only she knew. I just laughed and turned my attention to Edgar who sat beside me. I needed to inform him of this little wager I had cooked up. "I know you have a thing for Red, and I have a thing for Fish."
"So?" the older man questioned.
"So, we make the girls fall in love with us by the end of Opilio season."
Edgar seemed to think about this for a few minutes as everyone around us conversed. I could see him debating this. In the end, this could blow up in our faces and I was sure he realized that. Then again, it would be fun and could very well end up in our favor. With a nod, he agreed. "What do we win?"
"A round at the elbow room on whoever gets it done first, their dignity in knowing they can make any girl swoon, and one of us we'll have to be the other's bitch for a day," I said with a grin. Yeah, this would be too easy. I had a good feeling I would win, but the man was older then me and I could see him having more tricks up his sleeve.
Whatever the case, this would be an interesting few months. "You've got a deal, Junior. Get ready to lose," Edgar said as he shook my hand.
"Nice words, old man. You'll be eating them soon though, just remember that," I said as I got up. He just laughed as I left him to go to Violet.
She was chatting up a brunette haired man I recognized from one of the processing boats we offloaded at. I couldn't help the jealousy that coursed through me. He was looking at her, looking at her in a way I decided he wasn't allowed to even think about near her. I wanted to cut between them, distract her and pull all her attention onto me. I ordered a beer and sat near them, listening to their conversation. If things got too out of hand, I'd intervene, though I had a feeling that would be much sooner then I really planned on.
*Violet's Point of View*
After relinquishing our good fortunes with the crab, I left the table and walked gracefully to the bar, to get a little quiet time, although I did feel Jake's eyes on me the whole time. That boy made my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Wait, what am I saying?I do not like him. I won't like him. He's just another asshole waiting to make a trophy on his belt full of notches. I thought to myself and I took a seat at the bar and ordered a vodka cranberry.
I glanced to the left and saw a brunette haired man smile and wave in my direction. I politely smiled, but turned my entire head to get a good look at him. He wasn't as cute as Jake. STOP! He left his stool and found the stool next to me and sat down. His grey eyes were a little too inviting, and I actually began flirting mindlessly with the stranger. He was quite forward, and it borderlined uncomfortable, but I went along with. I felt safe with my crew and captain as well as the Marie crew and Phil only ten feet from me, so I continued half-heartedly flirting with him. He bought me several shots of tequila, which was water to me.
"So, tell me," the man I learned was named Max Diablo. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on a crab boat?" Lucky for me, I had given the fake name of April Harris. What? I couldn't think of a better last name?
I blushed and placed my hand on his shoulder, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I chuckled and quickly pulled my hand away as an evil grin graced his scruffy face.
"Yes, but she never told me not to pick them up, take them back to my room and make them scream my name all night long." He retorted and I felt several alarms go off in my head.
"Well, I better get back to my crew," I quickly retorted trying my best to keep my voice even and calm.
"I don't think so," He replied and finished the rest of his beer. "You owe me for those shots, and I don't take cash as payment." He pulled my arm and I tried to scream in protest, but he looked at me and muttered roughly in my ear. "You so much as scream and I'll make sure you never forget tonight."
My brain was screaming and I wished that I hadn't followed listened to my horny hormones and talked to this guy. Damn my hormones to hell. God, please make this go quick.
We left the Elbow Room and I tasted the cool night air before he roughly kissed my cheek. He pulled into the alley way, I winced as he held my arm so tight, I felt a bruise forming, his other hand pulling my purple blond wavy mess of hair. I closed my eyes while his lips were slobbering on my cheek and then they were gone. The sound of a fist connecting with skin and a loud thud filled my ears. Too frightened to opened my eyes, but too stubborn to admit that I was scared I clenched my fists and bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Then, another pair of lips were at my ear, breath tickling the tiny hairs there.
"It's over, you can open your eyes, Violet," Jake's voice filled my ears, my name melting on his tongue like butter and then his lips connected my left temple.
I slowly opened one eye at a time to find Jake's hazels staring back at me, face inches from mine, breath mixing with mine, pheromones melding with mine. I didn't speak but simply leaned into his lips and let the soft moans I accidently let escape do all the talking. Jake Harris was so hard to ignore when I was this hot for him. Hoping he didn't hear the moans that left my throat, he chuckled in response and pushed me against the brick wall and held my hands above my head with one hand while the other explored the side of my torso, fingers often peaking under the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin there into goose bumps. I was so fucked.
-Bryrony's Point of View-
Being with the crew of the Northwestern and my own crew was actually fun. I began to open up more, laugh more, offer up more as far as conversation went. They were making me come out of that shell I lived in and I found it didn't actually bother me that much. I didn't mind the talking, it came easily when I was them. Before, I didn't talk for the simple fact I never found I had anything valuable to offer up. Why say something when it really has no meaning? Here, with the guys, I found it didn't matter.
As Sig, Phil, and Edgar discussed crab numbers, I found myself going back to what had happened earlier, before Edgar and I had come into the Elbow Room. Edgar had kissed me, he'd really kissed me. Part of me wished I had let it carry on a little longer, but the other half of me was glad I had ended it where I had. I didn't do relationships, not really. I didn't do one night stands, or friends with benefits either. I'd been engaged once, thought everything was perfect, until he ended things. It scarred me and made me afraid to ever get close to another guy like that again. I could be friends, but it would never go past that; I wouldn't let it.
As I watched Edgar, I began to think about him in that way. He didn't seem like the type to love a girl and leave her. He was genuine in everything he did, at least that's what I had heard. Would a relationship with a guy on a rivalry boat be such a good idea? Would it even go anywhere? I didn't want to put my time in effort into something that would ultimately end. This made me think of Violet, she was so carefree in everything she did. She took risks, so different from me. I didn't do that, I was much to afraid for that. I chuckled to myself, I was working on the fucking Bering Sea and I was scared of a possible relationship with a guy. That was a little messed up.
Edgar looked at me, grinning as he turned away from Sig and Phil. "Hey Red," he said.
"Yeah?" I asked, toying with the cigarette I had just lit.
"Want to get out of here?"
I thought about this for a few seconds. It was time to let the past go. Even if things didn't exactly work out with the man at my side, at least I would have gained a friend, right? I nodded and slid out of my chair, grabbing the bottle of beer I had by the neck. We walked side by side until we reached the door of the pub. He opened it for me with a smile and I exited, quickly followed by him. We walked in silence as he took a drink from the beer he'd brought along, and I puffed away at my cigarette.
He stopped after a minute and turned to face me, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I wondered, already fearing the worst.
It was as if he could sense my rising panic as one of his hands found the side of my face. It immediately worked in calming me down. How did he do that? It was as if he knew me and just how to calm me.
"For kissing you earlier," he said as he lowered his hand. He tossed his now empty bottle of beer into a nearby garbage can. Then he was biting his nails and my heart started to beat just a bit faster. It was amazing how something so simple could be such a turn on.
I wasn't sure what to say to this. I wasn't upset with him, I was just scared. How could I tell him that? I didn't exactly want to, was the thing. I didn't want him to feel pity for me or anything like that. I decided, for now, to keep that bit a secret from him. "Why are you sorry?"
Now it was his turn to be still. He lowered his hand and took the nearly extinguished cigarette from my hand, tossing it to the ground and burying it into the earth. "I don't want to be forward with you, like that, anyway. I couldn't help myself."
What was he saying? He wanted to take things slow but he couldn't stop himself from kissing me? Did that even make sense? I found myself not able to care. He made me want to tear down all of the walls I had built up, to just let myself go and start from scratch. For once, I allowed myself to move on impulse, deciding that just for tonight, I could be someone I didn't completely recognize. I could be someone that I hadn't already predetermined to be. I reached up, an arm going around his neck, a hand going to the side of his face. I pulled him down and pressed my lips to his.
Pulling back, I noticed him grinning and I raised an eyebrow. "I like this side of you," he said before dragging me back to him. The funny thing was, I liked it too. Now, if only it would stick.
*Edgar's Point of View*
Her kisses tasted like a mix of cigarettes, apples and a hint of mint. I loved apples. This woman was turning out to be the perfect woman for me, and yet I could tell she had a little problem with trusting me, like I'd just be some one night stand kind of guy. If she only knew that I didn't believe in one night stands.
She showered tiny kisses behind my ears an down my neck while on the dock of Dutch in the serene dark. She trusted me in the dark, and that made me wonder what had happened to her to make her like this.
"Would you like to see the Northwestern?" I muttered into the night air. She looked up at me and her hazels sparkled in the moonlight.
"I'd love to, Edgar," She mused while her hand found mine and our fingered locked together. "Excuse me, I mean deck boss." I smirked and led her to the gangplank of the Northwestern. With a quick hop over, I helped her over the three foot wide gap between the dock and the deck.
"So, here we have the deck, I'm sure you know what one of these looks like, ma'am," I mused proudly about my boat. She did her best to 'ohhh' and 'ahhh' at the perfect moments.
We walked to the ready room and down into the galley and she spoke, "So, let me guess, you eat here?" She laughed and my heart skipped a beat.
"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!" I chuckled and pulled the front of her 'Marie hoodie towards me. Our noses barely touching, while her breath hit my face. "So," I whispered. "What's a guy like me have to do, to get a shot with a woman like you?"
Bryrony blushed and closed her eyes while leaning into me. Her lips at my ear, brushing the skin there. Her breath sending shivers down my spine. "I'm complicated, you shouldn't waste your heart on me."
I looked at her as she pulled back from my ear and stared at her, not angry just speechless. "Good thing I prefer complicated, Bryrony."
She pulled away from me completely and I knew I had struck a sour note. "Show me the wheelhouse?" Was all she managed to reply with.
I let my head fall and turned on my heel to the stairs of the wheelhouse. She silently followed behind me up the stairs and into the wheelhouse and Sig's throne.
I couldn't take the silence anymore so I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could her lips were on mine and her hands found their way to my hair. Her body molded to mine as our tongues danced in the wheelhouse.
I felt my heartbeat quicken with each flick of her tongue across my bottom lip and then she pulled away, "I'm sorry," She turned around, "I can't do this right now."
"Who made you like this? Who do I have to kill?" I replied and pulled her to me.
"It's a long story, Edgar," She whispered into my chest.
I pulled her chin up so she could look into my eyes and I replied, "I'd wait a thousand years to have a shot with you."
-Jake's Point of View-
I wasn't sure who was more into the moment, me or Violet. Her hands were in my hair, lips on mine, my hands on her hips; it was nearly enough. Being me, I needed more. I had a feeling she wouldn't resist and I prayed to God she wouldn't. I didn't think I'd be able to take it if she pushed me away. There was something about her that was so intoxicating, it was almost magic. I'm pretty sure I need to stop hanging out with Bryrony, she's having a negative effect on my manly thinking process.
"Come on," I whispered as I took her hand and led her back to the Cornelia Marie. For what was next, I'd rather not be in public. Though, if that was what Violet was into, I found myself thinking it might not be such a bad idea.
She let me lead her, her hand clasped in mine. I think I liked this a little more then I probably should have. It was a simple action but for some reason, it felt different. Thinking about this made my head hurt. I helped her onto the boat, though she tried to do it on her own. I could see the independent side of her coming out just then and I was kind of turned on by that.
"I got it, Jake," she said and hopped aboard the deck. I shook my head but quickly followed behind her.
Flashbacks from the first night we met were again wreaking havoc in my head. When we entered the ready room, it came toppling down on me like a ton of bricks. I had her up against the wall in a matter of seconds, fingers laced with mine above her head once more. Before I realized it, she had my back to the wall, leaning against me. This was a change, one I actually liked. Looking down at her, I could see the glint of lust in her eyes and I was pretty sure it was reflected back in mine.
Her lips found mine and fireworks were going off once more. I did what I could to extinguish them though, it was just a bet, I reminded myself. This is only one part in getting Violet Fischer to fall in love with me, that's all this is. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Harris. Her taste was intoxicating, even I had to admit this. It was something that was so uniquely Violet, something I found myself wanting to bottle up and save just for my own personal uses, whatever they might be. Christ, I was sounding like such a girl.
"Where's your room?" she questioned, pulling back from me. "Wait, don't tell me. I think I'd rather find it by myself." With that, she let me go and turned to enter the galley. She looked around, and I could see the wheels turning in that quick witted mind of hers. To my surprise, she chose the right door. Opening it up, she leaned against the back of it, grin on her lips. "Ta da!" she said before entering the room, leaving me out in the galley.
I followed her in, noticing the room was a little messy. It was mainly mine and Josh's stuff that was tossed around. Bry tended to keep all her stuff on her bunk or in her duffel bag. Thinking about the pair made me really hoped they wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. That would just be awkward and I'm pretty sure they'd both be kind of disgusted. Then again, I bet the two were up to their own brand of dirty deeds. I was more sure Bryrony was up to something similar with Edgar, after all, he was the man I was in a bet against.
I watched as Violet climbed up into my bunk, laying back and looking down at me. I watched her for a few seconds, admiring her and all her beauty. Then her fingers were unzipping the jacket she had worn, white v-neck shirt becoming apparent. Jesus, I was really going down. I used my fingers to pull my shirt up and over my head, throwing it up into the bunk with her. She laughed before throwing it back down on the floor. Her finger raised, curling it toward her in a 'come here' type of motion.
"Yes ma'am," I said with a grin. I raised myself into my bunk and settled in on top of the woman. Her fingers trailed over my chest, causing me to twitch in the slightest of ways. Then her fingers were at the buckle of my belt and I gave her a questioning look, she merely answered by using her other hand to lower my head to her and kissing me deeply, her other hand working the belt through the loops.
