Chapter Three

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We were officially off.

My mother is the freaking sea! I thought as I wrapped my arms around my stomach and attempted to swallow down the creeping upchuck in my throat. I had never in my life been sea sick. It just wasn't in my nature. I didn't think it was in my blood. But there I was, rocking with the boat in the galley feeling like a puke bomb just waiting to go off. I was quite sure I looked like a total and complete weenie. God, this sucks.

The boat jumped forward. I covered my mouth, but along with the boat jumping so did my stomach. With a turn of my head I opened my mouth and let all the contents of my stomach drop into the sink. It smelled of acid and bacon. It literally burnt my nostrils. It made me want to hurl again. I gagged a few times then shook my head and laughed quietly. Weenie. Weenie. Weenie.

Someone came up behind me, turned on the water to the sink, causing the pale remnants to rush down the sink. Then that certain someone pulled my hair by my ear up and stuck something sticky behind my ear. I touched it. It felt like a small circle of cloth. It immediately came to me. It was a sea sick patch thing. I turned my head to see Jake smiling behind me as he turned off the water.

"Thanks." I said, truly a little embarrassed. The last person I wanted to see me fragile was Jake, the guy who had a thing about remembering things for a long time and a thing about telling people things. I was just waiting for him to poke me in the belly and laugh at me for throwing up. I was waiting for him to tell whoever was close. That was Jake.

But he didn't. He tucked my hair behind my ear and playfully smushed his lips against my cheek.

"No problem. Happens to everyone at one point or another, lucky girl or not." He said then retreated back to his room. I watched him as he stopped. Someone had stopped him to ask him something, I guess. For a minute he just stood there and looked somewhere I couldn't see. Then, he laughed that addictive laugh and called someone I couldn't see an asshole. It was probably Josh.

He climbed up into his bunk and put his hands behind his head. I smiled and tried to think out the reason why I was. I didn't know. Jake just had that power of me. He looked at me with a strange look on his face.

Then, he spoke. "You should blink."

I did then shook my head and retreated to anywhere else. Again, I felt like a total loser. I had been caught staring for just a few seconds too long. I hated when people caught me doing odd things. It made me feel out of place. I pulled my hair clamp out of my hair and sat at the table then rested my head down on it. My hair collapsed around my face, shielding me from everything and everyone. It smelled of cigarettes and pine-sol, like everything else. It was nasty, but I was desperate so I wasn't picky.

I thought about what would go on in the time I was here. Would anything exciting happen? Or will it be chill and boring?

Nothing is boring for long when I'm around. I thought to myself.

I wondered if I would see mom again.

I wondered so much. It made my head hurt. Or maybe that was the pine-sol. Who could know?

"Time to rock and roll!" Poppy's voice boomed from above.

I was pulled back from the waters of slumber and back onto the Cornelia Marie. My eyes remained shut as I yawned softly. The time that had passed by was unknown to me. It felt like I had been sleeping for seconds, but I remembered Poppy had told me that it would take a few hours until we got to fishing grounds so I suspected hours was more believable than seconds.

A thunder of familiar voices passed me as everyone headed to the ready room to suit up and ship out to the deck. A small part of me wanted to get up and see them out. That was my motherly part I was known for. But it wasn't large enough to actually get me up. So, there I stayed, pretending to still be unconscious. I just listened.

Freddie put his hand on top of my head and called me a cutey. I thought about standing on the table and giving the finger to every person who called me ugly in high school. But again, I was too tired. I smiled happily on the inside as he continued to the ready room.

"Kinda sorta." Josh said to Freddie. Then silence. They were looking at me. I felt like sneezing. I always did when people looked at me silently.

"Cute in a retarded puppy kind of way, I guess." Ryan interjected suddenly.

Fuck you! Why does everyone think I'm retarded? I thought.

"Dude, you're way more retarded lookin'. She looks like a hot Einstein compared to you." Jake said.

"Dude, that's fucking gross. You're calling your sister hot."

"She's not really my sister, dumbass."

"Whatever, man."

The door was slammed shut and their clear voices became distant whispers.

I opened my eyes.

"Bitches and whores. I am not retarded!" I spat. The wave of anger woke me up. I sat up at the table and huffed. Taking my hair clamp from my kangaroo pocket, I pulled my hair up and clamped it once again then let my arms flop back down onto the table as if they were filled with lead.

The side of my arm brushed the side of it. My eyes looked down.

You know when you see food you automatically become hungry? Even if you were perfectly content the moment before? Yeah.

French toast (Unburned) with really fake maple syrup on the side, eggs without any brown and lots of yellow cheese, sausage cooked all the way through. I was in love.

"Oh." I said as I pulled the plate closer to me. A small note was stuck to the side of it.

Eat me, Pukey.

Jake.

I felt like some sort of warped version of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

I pulled the piece of scrap paper from the plate, folded it, and then put it in my pocket. For some reason I felt like I'd need it. But I felt that way about lots of things. I'm a borderline hoarder.

Taking up the fork laying beside my hand, I began to shovel food into my mouth. I poured the syrup onto my French affairs, forgetting my hatred of syrup getting on any other part of my food. It was good, too good. Jake would absolutely get something special later.

"Wink, wink." I said, my mouth stuffed. Then, I laughed. Stuff started coming back out of my face. That just made me laugh even harder. I snorted then reluctantly spit everything in my mouth into a napkin. It just wasn't happening. I was SO glad no one was around.

I pulled out my phone. This was the perfect moment to update Mufasa.

All right, her name was really Mufasa. But she was just as awesome and/or even more awesome than Mufasa. She was my best friend since the beginning of time. She knew me inside and out. She knew when I was sad, even when I put on face. She knew what made me happy, even without asking. We were twins to the end. We loved the same things, hated the same things, and bitched about everything. She was Kharissa and I loved her.

Hey. We're off of the docks and onto the fishing grounds. Everyone's gone to the deck. I fucking fell asleep and woke up to food. :)

I out another bunch of edibles into my mouth and waited for her response. When it came my phone buzzed against my belly and sang The Lion King intro song.

You better hope you don't fall off of the boat and die! If you do laptop, cellphone, ipod, TV, aaaaall mine. Food eh? Was it deliciously delicious?

I texted back jokingly furious.

You bitchasaurus! No soup for you! Or TV, or cell phone, or iPod, nothing! I was inside thank you very much! I'm not that numb… It was from Jake so of course it was. He's a better cook then I thought. I gotta kidnap him and make him make my food from now on.

I thought about telling her Ryan called me retarded, but I was afraid of what would happen if I did. You see, Kharissa wasn't above rowing her pretty ass out here and ripping Ryan a new asshole. Yes, it would be funny and the pictures that I would no doubt put on Facebook would be hilarious, but no one deserves to get another asshole from Kharissa if they didn't desire one in the first place. Not even Ryan. I was the nicer twin, believe it or not.

Ooooooh Jake ;). Isn't he the one who peed in the kiddie pool? Don't kidnap him until you find out if he can bake cookies or not, and see if he can bake naked.

My face squinched at the thought of my feet being consumed in the small circle of pee. It was so warm. I suddenly felt like barfing again.

Ohhh, yeah whatever. He's my kinda sorta bro, 'member? Yeah…I'm still scarred from that. You're like the third person to make that horrid memory come back to me. What is it, make Ariel go back to therapy day? Jeez. Oh, your right! To bake or not to bake, that is the question. Mmm, Jake nakey. I likey. :) God, he'd think I'm a creeper if he saw this. I mean he knows you LA-HUV him.

I didn't know how to end it, so I left it as it was. I didn't want to say that I liked him. I mean, he was my brother from another mother. We had always been like brother and sister. Then, that thing Jake said came back and hit me in the face.

"She's not really my sister, dumbass." He had said.

I slapped my head a few times then growled. This made me confused as hell. That's one thing Kharissa always did. She made me think about things that usually went right over my head. But I didn't want to think about it anymore and, I wasn't sure why at that moment. For some reason it made me mad to think about it. I shook it off, stood up, and threw the rest of my food in the garbage then tossed the plate in the sink.

I wandered into the ready room and looked out the small circular window that let me look out to the deck.

I watched them all as they baited the pots then threw them into the sea rushing by. The sight of this made me want to burst out onto the deck and scream. I felt like jumping into the sea. It made me want to do something. My eyes, like a pair of snipers, locked onto Jake. He was pulling another pot from the stack in his orange getup with a cigarette poking out of his mouth.

What's so different about you now, Jake Charles Harris? And why do you make me so angry?

My phone buzzed.

It actually is send Ariel to therapy day. I meant to write it in your calendar...Jakey nakey! I think I need a shower...Pish posh he wouldn't think you were a creeper! He'd want to ravish you! Its not that I "LA-HUV". It's that I desperately want to rip his clothes off.

I laughed softly and texted her back.

She was watching me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes as I pulled another pot as she stared through the window of the ready room door. I inhaled on my cigarette and smiled.

Ariel had always been an odd girl. Ever since I had met her she had been a little off to the left compared to all the other girls I had met. But I loved her because she had always been my insane little sorta sister. She was crazy, no one could say anything otherwise, but she was much more than that. She was funny, happy, loveable as Hell, pretty, friendly and everything else positive over the sun. But she had always just been my sister.

At least, I thought so. I had never felt anything other than brotherly love for her before. But inside I knew things were changing, and to tell the truth, I was pretty sure I was okay with that. When I looked at her now, the idea of her and I didn't make me feel like a fucking pervert. It was almost possible.

She looked down and laughed. She bit her bottom lip and those parentheses on the sides of her mouth just magically appeared again. She looked up towards the sky.

It made me happy to see her happy.

I sighed, annoyed. My eyes widened as I put the pot on the launcher.

It would be possible if Ariel felt the same. But no, I was still just her fucking bro that she could tease without even knowing it. That girl was forever a kid.

"C'mon, Jake! Stop friggin' around!" Pops yelled.

I ran back to the stack and started untying another pot.

-_-''. Right. Remember to put it on my alerts next time, would you? Thanks. He would so! He'd be like, "Ariel, you're gross!" I don't even know what ravish means but…no! Oh yeah, I forgot. I'll be sure to send him over to you when we get back.

I looked out the window once more. Josh noticed my presence and waved quickly. I smiled and waved then retreated back into the galley then up to the wheel house.

It means he'd want to get you naked if he read them! No, no, its ok you can keep Nakey Jakey for yourself :)

I rolled my eyes. She was such a liar. If I put Nakey Jakey on her doorstep, she wouldn't just leave him there. He would be handcuffed to her heater on a second.

Yeah, okay. Whatever you say. Well I'm gonna chill with Poppy for awhile. TTYL bebe! :)

Goodbye my love! Don't fall off the boat!

I snapped my phone shut and stuffed it in my pocket. Poppy didn't need to know I had it.

"Hey, Poppy." I sang flopping down into the co-captains chair. I felt like a captain. I needed some sort of hat.

"Hey, honey." He murmured.

"What's up?" I asked.

He looked at me silently with a glazed look in his eyes then went back to watching the boys.

"Oh, yeah." Nothing was up with Poppy other than watching over the pots as they were set.

I looked down at to the deck. The boys hustled and bustled as they put out string after string. I was envious of them.

"So hopefully, this luck of yours will work." Poppy exhaled as he sat back in his chair.

"I'm sure it will."

"Well, I'm testing it out, just to make sure." He explained.

My eyes turned onto him. A smirked formed on my face.

"You don't trust the luck?"

"I'm just curious, baby. That's why I'm putting pots out here," he said, pointing to a spot on the radar, "this has always been a low spot. Every season. So I'm setting a string here."

My mouth formed an o. This pot was going to prove my luck. I couldn't wait until the pots were soaked. I was going to love the excited look on Poppy's face when every single pot would come up full. I put my hands behind my head and snuggled into the chair.

The boys came in at about 8:00. After an hour or two of hanging with Poppy, I decided to go back downstairs and do something that would kill my boredom. So, I cooked. I went through the freezer and took out some random meat products, a roll of ready to bake biscuits, and some beans from the pantry.

I put the biscuits in the oven, stoked up the stove, and started flipping and mixing. The meat had practically burned my face off on more than one occasion which caused me to scream at the top of my lungs profanities that should never be repeated and I was neglecting the biscuits. I added some red unlabeled powder that set my tongue on fire to the beans. I flipped the steaks then stepped back and took in a breath.

The phone rang. I reached on the other side of the wall and picked up the phone.

"Hello, hello."

"What are you doing down there? I'm hearing stuff that makes me nervous." I covered my mouth with my hand and chuckled. Me and my potty mouth had struck again. Once I calmed myself down, I returned to Poppy.

"Oh, I'm just cooking."

"…Oh. Really?"

"No. I'm killing sea squirrels." I said sarcastically. My mind began to wander to what a sea squirrel looked like.

"Don't get fresh, young lady."

"I can't help myself, I'm fresh to death." I sniffed the air. Something smelled overdone to say the least. My head turned over my shoulder to the oven, the evil source of the smell. I sputtered out small sounds of sadness as I realized my bread products were getting angry in the oven. I bounced nervously as I watched smoke beginning to rise from the oven to the ceiling.

"Well, the boys will be done in about an hour so be done by then, okay? And bring me up some of whatever you're cookin' down there."

"Okay. Gotcha. Bye." I threw the phone over my head and turned off the oven. They seemed burned. I was literally too scared to open the oven door. I felt like crying.

My poor biscuits. I thought.

I set the table. I put out the napkins, set the silverware, filled tall glasses with whatever, put out the Chinet paper plates, and filled them with goodies. I stepped back and looked at the finished product. I was pleased. The food was still steaming and the biscuits ended up surviving after all which made me break out in dance. It included jazz hands, I'm not gonna lie. But it did look like it was being performed by a drunk since I was tired as all mercy.

It was just about eight and it was impossible to keep my eyes open. I cracked my neck and my knuckles.

Bedtime was headed towards me quickly. I swiveled across the floor and into the boy's bunk room. Of course I was a little bummed that I couldn't hang with the boys a little more, but I was so freaking tired that if I did stay up someone either would have been offended or someone would have ended up naked, most likely me. I crawled up into Jake's bed, pulled one of his sweatshirts he left on his bed on myself, put on my sunglasses I had hidden in my pocket, and then cocooned myself in his blankets and nodded off.

"All right, get inside." Pops announced after we launched the last pot. I put my cigarette out on the railing then threw it. We made our way into the ready room and stripped from our gear.

Freddie all of a sudden tipped his head back and sniffed the air loudly then tapped me on the arm.

"Dude, somethin' smells good." He said.

I breathed in and smelled what Freddie was talking about. He was right, it smelled awesome. I rushed out of my boots and made my way to the galley, the others piled up behind me.

"Dude," Freddie said, "that looks amazing."

He was right again. The table was full of food, still steaming hot. My stomach suddenly bubbled with hunger.

"I take back Ariel being retarded." Ryan yelled.

We huddled into the corner table and ate through everything. Everything was absolutely amazing.

"Now we know what she's here for, to keep that pretty ass in the kitchen and…" Ryan began.

Josh looked at Ryan for a second then punched him in the gut.

"That's my sister, man. Shut the fuck up."

Ryan fell silent for a moment. Then smirked and continued.

"And to give me something to think about when I'm…" Jake and Josh both punched him in the gut then.

"That's our sister!" They yelled in his ears in unison.

The whole crew bursted out in laughter then as Ryan doubled over.

"She's in my bed." I exhaled. I looked at her sleeping form wrapped in my blankets. She was wearing dark Ray Ban sunglasses and my yellow sweatshirt.

"Sucks to be you, man. Are you gonna find somewhere else to sleep?" Josh asked as he shook off his pants.

I pulled myself up into my bunk, careful not to knee her in the face or anything.

"Nope." I said as I crawled over her and into the small space between her and the wall. Ariel mumbled quietly then buried her face deeper into the pillow.

"Pops'll kill you if he finds out your sleeping with her."

"Whatever, she's the one who was in here when she wasn't supposed to." I whispered. I closed my eyes.

"Okay, dude. Whatever floats your boat." Josh flicked off the lights. I could hear his mattress squeal as he flopped into bed.

Everyone was silent.

I opened my eyes and looked as Ariel's body slowly rose and fell. Her face made such a perfect silhouette against the small light shining through the door. It didn't feel fair that she wasn't mine.

I pulled myself closer to her and let my arm drape over her stomach as I nuzzled my face into her neck.

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