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you can't always get what you want

chapter four

"There's something I need to talk to you about," Jackson said as he looked over at this sister. The woman met his gaze with a raised eyebrow before tossing a crab down into the tank. Taking this as a green light he barreled on. "I want to ask Summer to marry me."

Kyle froze at this, not sure she'd heard Jackson right. "Come again."

The man knew she had heard him but also knew that when it was something Kyle didn't want to hear it took her a bit to fully grasp what had been said. He gave a sigh as he threw the crab in his hand overboard. "You heard me."

Oh, apparently she had heard Jackson right. Summer and Jackson had been dating for less than a year and in Kyle's opinion that was much too soon to be getting engaged. Was this Jackson rushing into things again or did he seriously want to settle down with Summer? Kyle felt the answer should be obvious but it wasn't. "I'm not doing this right now," she told him before walking away from the sorting table.

Jackson shook his head as he looked at Nich and Matt, shrugging his shoulders.

Edgar caught sight of the brunette stomping toward the bait area like a two year old having a fit and he raised his eyebrow. "What's going on, princess?" he asked.

Kyle turned to face Edgar, glaring at the older man. "Not a princess," she muttered. Nothing was going Kyle's way, nothing. Her boyfriend was mad at her, her brother wanted to get married, she wanted to be back on the Cornelia Marie – after everything had seemed to go alright it was going downhill fast. Maybe one of those things had been her fault but for the moment she wasn't going to admit that. "I need a cigarette."

The deck boss of the Northwestern merely shook his head before digging around in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. Once he found them he offered one to the woman and chuckled slightly when she snatched it from him. "Again, what's going on?"

"Jackson wants to get married."

"To you?" Edgar asked, making a face. Alright so he knew that wasn't the right answer but he was only trying to make the brunette laugh. That feat, which was normally pretty easy, was becoming harder and harder as of late. Upon getting the bird he gave a sigh. "Why is this big deal?"

Kyle didn't want to talk about it, she refused to talk about. Ignoring Edgar for now she began grinding more bait for the bait bags while casually puffing away on her cigarette. With a sigh she turned back to Edgar and offered an apologetic smile. It wasn't fair to take out her frustration on him or anyone else on the boat, that wasn't like her. "He just, he rushes into all of his relationships and I don't want him to get hurt. I know he and Summer have been taking things slow but they haven't been dating for a whole year. What if it goes wrong?"

The man regarded her for a moment before looking back at the controls in his hand, letting the next pot lower onto the loader. "It's his decision, Kyle. I don't think anything you can say will change that. The thing you ought to do is just go along with it and wish them well. If things don't work for them then that's that."

Kyle hated when people were right - absolutely hated it. Huffing, she grabbed a bait bag and a fish and walked it over to the pot. She climbed inside and clipped it over her head. As she passed by Edgar she glared before saying, "I hate when you're right."

Jake Anderson flipped a pancake over in the pan before moving the bacon around in the pan beside it. He'd come in a few minutes early to make dinner for the guys. It was his turn and really he didn't mind. The man had to admit that he really liked it on the Cornelia Marie. While he was a 'Greenhorn' they didn't treat him as such. They connected with him and treated him like one of them. It was different than being on the Northwestern in that respect.

Sig, Edgar, Nick, Matt, and Norm treated him like a kid sometimes, pushed him around a little bit too much. He tried not to let it get to him and to just do what Sig said – keep his mouth shut and do what was asked of him. Most times this worked but sometimes he let them get the best of him. Adding more batter to the pan he waited a few minutes before flipping the pancake. He was almost done, he thought. About three more pancakes and he'd be all set.

Seemed this was pretty good timing a Jake Harris walked into the kitchen. "Smells good," he commented before sliding into the booth.

Jake nodded and offered a smile as he poured more batter. Lately Jake H had been pulling away from the crew a bit and started acting like he had when he had first joined the Cornelia Marie crew; at least this was what Josh had said. Josh thought it had to do a lot with Kyle and the stunt she'd pulled with the photographer dude. Jake didn't know and tried not to get involved in it as it wasn't really his place anyway. When the last pancake was finished he loaded them all on a plate, along with the bacon and eggs, and put them on the table.

"You ready to get back to your crew?" Jake Harris asked with a wry smile. He'd heard Jake A talk about how different it was here and how he almost didn't want to go back on the Northwestern. Unfortunately for him he'd have to go back so that they could get Jackson and Kyle back.

Jake A shrugged his shoulders before sliding into the booth across from the man. "I guess. I bet you're missing Jackson and Kyle."

At the latter of the two names Jake visibly tensed. He'd been doing his best not to think about the woman and how he would be facing her shortly. As the moment passed he gave a none committed shrug of the shoulders and sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You don't want them to come back?" Jake A asked cautiously. He was stepping into dangerous territory he knew but he couldn't help but be curious. "From what Kyle said Jackson wasn't sure he really wanted to come back."

Jake nodded at this, "It's up to them whether they come back or not. Though I suspect one of them would so that you could go back over there." And they both knew which one would want to come back. "I think this break was good for me and Kyle."

"Why's that?" The man asked as he got up to grab cups of coffee for himself and Jake H.

The brown eyed man looked down at the table before him, fingers peeling at the linoleum. "She was so worried about me not being committed to this, to our relationship, and then she went and called that photographer. The guy she would have slept with last year if I hadn't stepped in."

Jake set the cup of coffee in front of the man before nodding .He remembered that, vaguely anyway. "Why did she call him?"

"I don't know. We never talked about that," Jake admitted sheepishly. He'd been so upset she had got in contact with him period that he hadn't even stopped to ask.

"Don't you think you should maybe ask her why she did it? I'm sure she had a good reason." It was then that Josh, Freddie, and a few of the other crew members walked into the kitchen and the conversation was put to a stop.

"Smells good, man. What'd you make?" Josh asked as he started poking around.

Jake Anderson stood up and grabbed plates for everyone before turning to look at Josh, "Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee. Lots of coffee."

Edgar and Sig had exchanged a few words about Kyle's change in attitude and in Jackson's as well, seeing as the siblings weren't on speaking terms at the moment. They'd devised a plan, along with Nick, Matt, and Norm, to put a little smile on the Greenhorns' faces.

Kyle and Jackson looked around the empty deck, finding it odd that they had gotten stuck doing all of the chores in order to clean up for the end of the day. Normally everyone was out doing their part but today? Yeah, no. It was only Jackson and Kyle and the tension? You could have cut through it with a knife. They weren't speaking and hadn't spoken since Jackson had revealed his future plans to Kyle. It sucked.

Little did they know that everyone else was inside getting the last phases of Plan Force A Smile into action. Edgar cocked the water gun in his hands as he looked at Nick and Matt with a grin. Sig was even in on the joke, he and Norm held a good length of Black Cats and planned to put them out on the deck before either Jackson or Kyle had any idea what was going on.

"Jackson," Kyle started but was quickly cut off with a raised hand. "What are you? Five?" she scoffed.

Jackson turned to face her, lowering her hand. "More like six." He smiled briefly before turning the hose in his hands on her.

The woman squealed as she tried to duck for cover. "What the hell was that for?" She craned her neck slightly around the pots she'd jumped but quickly moved back as she came face to face with Edgar and his water gun. "Edgar?" she questioned, voice coming out rather squeaky.

"Yep?" he replied.

Kyle looked around, noticing with satisfaction that Jackson was in the same position with Nick and Matt. "What's going on?"

"You and Jackson have been pouting and moping around for too long. We're through with it. Either smile or get shot in the face," Matt said as he looked over at Kyle.

Kyle was way too confused to smile and found her stomach getting placed with a jet of water. "Oh hell no." Kyle tried to wrestle the gun out of Edgar's hand but found she was no match for him. Her hair was soon sticking to her face completely as Nick hit her with his own water gun. "Not fair!"

Jackson wasn't doing any better as Matt fired at him again and again. He'd barely had any time to recuperate before, what sounded like gunfire, sounded from behind him and Kyle. They both jumped out of their skins, almost, and grabbed onto each other. They looked around before finding a laughing Sig and Norm coming out behind the stack of pots. The twins shared a look before Jackson dove for the water hose and turned it on his crew members.

Kyle had managed to get Matt's water gun and squirted him and Edgar. The twins' mutiny was short lived as Edgar, Nick, Norm, and Sig backed them up against the wall of the ready room, guns aimed directly at them. Both Jackson and Kyle offered broad smiles and let out sighs of relief as all four guns were lowered.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Sig asked before looking at the other three men. Despite the fact that the twins were still smiling Sig gave a nod and the water guns were emptied onto the Greenhorns.

Phil looked out at the dark ocean ahead of him before dialing up Sig on the radio. It was times like these when he really missed Jackson and Kyle. Things on the boat just didn't seem right without them onboard. "Hey Sig, you copy."

"Yeah. Think it's about time we switch Greenhorns?" the man asked with a raspy laugh.

Obviously Phil wasn't the only one missing his deckhands. "Yeah. I think so. You think they're ready to come back?"

Sig scratched at this head, messing up his head as he thought about this. Kyle was definitely ready to get back to her boat and he didn't blame her a bit. As for Jackson, Sig wasn't sure he actually wanted to leave. Giving a sigh he pressed down on his end of the radio, "I think Kyle's more than ready to get back to the Marie but I think Jackson's not ready at all."

"I figured Jackson wouldn't. From what Jake had said, Kyle thought Jackson would rather stay on then get back over here." Phil wouldn't make Jackson come back if he didn't want to. It was up to Sig and what he thought was best for his crew.

Thinking about his younger brother, Sig decided that maybe having an extra, younger deckhand wouldn't be too much of a bad thing. "I'll keep him on as long as you're alright with it."

Phil nodded despite the fact that he knew Sig wouldn't be able to see it. The only problem with this was he wasn't sure how Kyle would take it. "What do you think Kyle's going to say? How have her and Jackson been?"

Sig knew it didn't matter what the greenhorns thought it was all about what they, as captains, asked them to do. Deciding that being honest was the better course he went on, "They're not talking much these days. They're on alright terms but Kyle's upset with Jackson 'cause he wants to get married to his girl. I think things with Jake also have to do with why she's been so out of sorts."

The captain of the Cornelia Marie ran his fingers through his hair before digging out a cigarette from the pack at his side. Jake had seemed out of sorts too and this would explain the reason behind it, somewhat anyway. Lighting the cigarette he inhaled before pressing down on the button, "We'll meet up and switch back in a day. We're not that far from you. Jake Anderson has done you proud Sig. He's a good guy and a great deckhand."

Sig couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride at that. So Jake hadn't been a screw up and could do what other captains needed him to do. He'd have to do something 'nice' for the younger man when he got back on the boat. "I'll tell Kyle and Jackson about our decision. See you then, Phil."

As the radio went silent Phil let out a sigh. Life was never simple was it? He had thought things between his son and Kyle were alright, as were things between the McDaniel twins. Apparently they weren't and Phil, speaking fromm experience, knew that things were only going to get worse before they got better. The kids had a tough road ahead of them.

( you can't always get what you want – the rolling stones )