Amber arrives at the Grand Aleutian Hotel just a little after five that evening. She is more than a little nervous about meeting, yet she has brought her own pen to sign if she likes the terms of the contract. When she enters the dining room she sits down at a table near the back and orders a Blue Moon beer and a garden salad to start off her meal. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she takes a sip of her beer, and wonders why she had even agreed to this in the first place. Will Cooper enters a little later than the agreed upon time. She sighs upon seeing the executive producer for the hit Discovery Channel series.

"You're late," she says.

"Got a little held up on the phone with the mastermind himself, right hand man, remember?" Will replies.

Amber hums skeptically. "Well, let me see the contract so we can get this over with."

"Straight to business? I would have thought you would want to talk about how you came into this line of work and your relationships with your male counterparts," Will says, surprised.

"Look, I have better things I could be doing this evening, right now you have my full attention, if you want to keep me on the hook, then show me the contract," Amber states, using a very unintended fishing pun.

Will rolls his eyes and gets the contract out of his briefcase. "Well, here it is, just skim it, even I can't understand all that legal mumbo jumbo that Discovery's lawyers put in these things."

"Luckily I have a brother that went to law school and I'd read his textbooks when I couldn't sleep," Amber replies as she starts to read the contract over, muttering certain things as she reads them. "No, I don't think so."

"No what?" Will asks.

"I'm not going to sign this," Amber replies, "if I were to sign this, I'd want my boat to be featured accurately, not edited as Discovery deems fit to give the illusion of a set plotline," she quotes.

"Wow, a lot of people miss that, very impressive."

Now Amber rolls her eyes. She calls the waiter over and asks for the check. "He's paying," she tells the waiter.

Will nods grudgingly as the waiter nods and leaves to grab the check.

~.*.~

On her way back to the boat, Amber stops over at Latitudes for a drink. After she orders her drink, she stands at the bar and sighs. Johnathan comes up and puts an arm around her shoulders.

"How'd it go?" He asks.

"Well my face won't be on camera any time soon, if that's what you're asking," Amber replies.

The older captain nods. "Understandable. Marty didn't have anything to do with that decision, did he?"

"No, Marty was actually willing to go along with having a camera crew on the boat, but left the final decision up to me."

Johnathan lays a twenty on the bar. "Best you go get some rest, there's busy days ahead of us."

Amber gives him a look, knowing that he is trying to pay for her round. However, she smiles and lets him get away with it...this time. "Remind me to buy you a drink after the season," she said.

Johnathan smiles. "Now you don't have to do that Ams, I know you're good for it."

~.*.~

When Amber gets back to her boat she goes up to her stateroom. As soon as she lays down on her bunk she is sleeping. She would tell Marty her decision regarding inviting a camera crew on the Aleutian Queen in the morning.

Another wave swamped the deck of the Aleutian Queen. With only one of her two main engines functional, it was only a matter of time until the Bering Sea overpowered the vessel. Amber had already put out a distress call to the Coast Guard and her crew were already in survival suits and awaiting the order to deploy the life raft and abandon ship.

From out of nowhere a rogue plows into the port side, causing the boat to roll onto her starboard side. Amber didn't have to give the order the crew knew that it was a race against time to get off the floundering vessel before she capsized completely. Just as she was carefully making her way out of the wheelhouse another huge wave jolted the Queen and sent Amber into the freezing water of the Bering Sea...

Amber sits bolt upright in her bunk. "What is it with these weird dreams?" She asks, only getting the soft sound of the water of Captain's Bay washing against the Queen's hull for an answer. She looks at the clock on the wall and it reads two-thirty in the morning; she knows that Marty is sleeping in his own bunk and that he wouldn't want to be disturbed for something as trivial as a nightmare about the boat sinking. Besides, it is considered bad luck to dwell on dreams like this by most, if not all Bering Sea captains.

She quietly gets up and goes down to the galley and starts a pot of coffee brewing. When the coffee finishes, she pours some into a mug and goes out on deck to get some air. Across the way she sees that the Northwestern, the Cornelia Marie, and the Cape Caution have all arrived earlier in the night. All the boats are dark, except for a light on in the Northwestern's wheelhouse.

Of course Sig is still up, she thinks as a small smile comes to her lips.

She goes back inside and finds Marty, who has awakened to someone walking around, is sitting at the galley table. "Bit early for coffee, ain't it?" He asks.

Amber nods. "At a certain time of the night caffeine puts me to sleep, so this is me hoping this is that time of night."

Marty nods as he gives her a knowing smile. "More nightmares about...?"

Again the female captain nods.

"You really need to talk to someone about all this, speaking of, Sig stopped by earlier this evening hoping he could have a word with you, but since you were in the rack he expects you on the Northwestern for supper tomorrow night at five, Edgar is cooking."

"Thanks Marty."

"You get back to bed young lady, we have a shit ton of work to do tomorrow."

Amber nods heading back to her stateroom, hoping that the nightmares were over for the night.