Chapter 10~ Priblof Stare
It was several days by the time Northwestern reached her fishing grounds far to the north. By then, she'd received news from Dutch Harbor. Anatuliv had caught the flue that had been going around for a while. While a full grown ship shouldn't have any problem with it, Anatuliv was still a shipling and easily could suffer badly from it. It worried Northwestern regardless but she knew she couldn't afford to be distracted. Out here, one wrong move could kill someone and she had no intentions of breaking her perfect record yet.
Not too far away, Time Bandit was grumbling to himself. He'd thought things couldn't get any worse and he was wrong. They could, big time. The picking block used to haul the lines in had broken, forcing the crew to perform the back breaking work of hauling it in by hand. "From now on, I won't assume anything unless it's already happened." He growled and plowed on.
Cornelia Marie was listening to the chatter on the radio. Needless to say, she was bored which was why she was doing that. She wasn't usually an eavesdropper but sometimes her curiosity could get the better of her. And there were usually some interesting things to hear on the radio.
She was in the middle of hearing a rather invigorating conversation between Time Bandit and Aleutian Ballad about Northwestern. Cornelia chuckled as she thought of what her friend would do if she heard what the two males were saying. Something along the lines of cruel and unusual punishment seemed likely.
Her thoughts were interrupted when one of her deckhands David Millman, suddenly rolled on the deck, holding his ankle. "Uh oh." She muttered. Injuries out here were quiet common, not one deckhand walked off the boat at the end of the season without a scrape, a cut or some kind of bone injury. From the sound of Millman's yelling, it sounded rather painful. By the time he got inside, it was already swelling. Sighing, Cornelia didn't even need to be told what to do. She took control herself and set a course back to Dutch. "Such good numbers too." She thought crossly. Ah well, that was how the Bering Sea worked sometimes.