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In a way you can thank my roommates for pissing me off so much, I have to get away from the room and them. Therefore no physical distractions.

Beate POV

I woke up fully happy that I was able to visit my family, and stay for a few days as well as my closest friend from that world. I rolled over in bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. If I do decide to give up all human ties, if I do decide to live there the rest of my life, become near immortal, I would definitely choose Finn as my husband. He is everything I want, and I him. But that would mean never seeing my friends, my human half of the family again. Then there is Josh. That momentarily halted my thought process. Josh. He is a perfect gentleman. Kind, funny, smart, close to his family. Looks aren't bad either. But he doesn't know about half of who I am; and if I told him and he freaked out, then I would have to move. UGH! Why is this so frustrating! I finished mentally yelling at myself before throwing the covers back and going to take a shower. I looked out the window after finishing getting dressed and saw the cloud color on the horizon; it meant trouble. I could help with the weather, not nearly as much as my father could, but I would have to be out in the storm to be of any use, so instead I went downstairs and listened to the weather report.

"Seas are expected to be up to 60 feet. Winds at between 30-40 mph." After that Beate tuned out during her cleaning, knowing her dad wasn't going to be able to do anything, it was too late, the storm too close. She just hoped the boats were safe.

"Beate!" Don called out.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"You ok? Been saying your name for a while."

"Yeah, fine. Just worried about the boats. What's up?"

"Would you want to run the kitchen tonight? Tony has a date tonight. You know how to make everything, right?"

"Yeah, I will. No problem."

"Thanks, everything will be prepped and warmed before hand, that's the deal. So anything not ready, let me know and I'll yell at him for you, k?"

I mock saluted, "Aye Aye mon Capitan."

"Get back to work or burst out in a sexy sailing tune." I laughed and turned back to the cleaning of the bar. For lunch we all got homemade, or rather bar-made soup and sandwiches to fight off the bad weather.

"Tony, you better have a lot of food prepped for tonight." I shot across the table to the large man.

"Don't worry Beate, you will just have to cook. And you know how to cook everything. And do dishes," he added after seeing the look on my face.

"Why do I have too," I mock whined.

"I have to when I cook, you can do the same." He explained as if I was a toddler.

"Meanie," I pouted as if acting like a toddler. Everyone laughed.

"I will do all these dishes," he moved his arm around the table at the 5 of us, "Then I am going to leave."

"You still never told us who you were going out with." Roz said from her spot safely across the table.

"I don't see why I should tell you," he responded with a light blush.

Hollie took this as her sign to smile brightly. "I know!" she said proudly.

"Hollie, I swear you tell them then-"

"Then you'll what?" She glared at the man over twice her size. "This is payback."

"Hollie, please don't." The man was begging now. The rest of us were watching this intently.

She looked at us, "What do you guys say?"

"Tell us!" We all said.

"Very well. Tony's secret girl is Karen." There were gasps from everyone, with a very nice blush from Tony.

"How long!" Roz's voice was heard above everyone else's.

He mumbled something incoherent.

"Nobody heard you." Hollie said, voice filled with giddiness.

"3 months!" He yelled. After a few more minutes of joyous torture he took the dishes back, quickly washed them and left.

It was several hours later that people started coming in, I was already behind the counter ready to cook. It seemed everyone wanted food with how bad the weather was, which would keep me busy. The hours flew by and I was surprised when Don came back and said, "Start closing her down." I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost 1:30.

"I didn't realize how late it was. Will do." And I finished the orders I was working on before turning off the fryers, grill, stove and oven

I was scared when I walked to the sink, not knowing what to expect and I almost tripped upon seeing the giant stack of dishes. It figures the night Tony is gone that the dish boy is gone too. I pulled on one of the dish aprons and dove in, tackling the mountain piece by piece. It was when Don came back to offer help that I finished. I looked at the clock above my head for the first time since starting. Hour and 15 minutes to do all those, he was impressed.

"Beate, that is awesome. I want you on dish duty from now on," he exclaimed.

"Not going to happen. I am going to bed. Night." I waved as I walked out the kitchen up the stairs. I just went to my bed and flopped on it, not even changing, and was asleep in seconds.

CORNELIA MARIE

Phil was approaching where he left his pots soaking during the offload. He had a feeling, not that he would say it aloud, that this would put them pretty close to the rest of their quota. They got to the first string and all his deckhands were in sweaters with work pants. It was near 60 degrees out, sunny, and a light breeze. It was amazing weather. Freddie went to throw the hook, catching the bag and pulling it to the coiler. The deck had its breath held in anticipation, all leaning over the rail. There was white water, which always was there, but as soon as it broke the surface, there were calls all over the sound range.

"Is it good?" Phil called out. Thumbs up from the whole crew. When it cleared the rail he could see it was stuffed and that there were riders. "Jake! Get the riders!" And he watched as his younger son leaned out over the rail to get them off. Seven riders, plus a full pot.

The count was 197 crabs. He had to brag about this. He picked up the radio and called his old friend, "Northwesten, this is Cornelia Marie. Do you copy?"

"Yeah Phil what's up?"

"Sig. You won't believe what I am getting per pot." Phil exclaimed as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

"Phil, I am either going to kill you next time in port or sink your boat." Sig said with a harsh Norwegian accent.

"Well if you are going to be like that maybe I won't share my spot." Phil was getting smug now.

"Phil, I know you are wearing a shit eating grin right now. Tell me." Sig was getting mad, and curious, which was trying to be solved by radar.

"Well this first pot I pulled, after the storm, held 197, 1-9-7, crabs."

"What the fuck Phil. What bait are you using. No, better question, where the hell are you? I can't find you on my radar."

"By the coast, and regular bait. The second pot, which they just finished counting, 2-0-1. You Norwegians always fish out in the deep." He laughed hardily at this.

"I didn't even think that many crabs would fit! And they are all legal?"

"Yup, we weighed the smallest one, 8 pounds even."

"Phil, can I come out there?" Sig was begging.

"Yeah, this will finish us up for the season."

"This is one record of a season for you guys."

"It is almost like derby." At Phil's proclamation, they both relapsed into memory of those times.

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"Coordinates?" Phil gave them to his friend and hung up, looking out for his crew. It took a lot of convincing to his processor to be able to offload so quickly, but it was going to happen. A record season for sure. As he looked towards the coast he saw what he thought was a man walking, but as he turned to grab his binoculars and look back he realized it was a grizzly bear. He took a few pictures instead.

The string continued with a range from 172-243 crabs, filing up the tanks in next to no time, some of the crab weighing close to 20 pounds.

In a string, if pulling average numbers it would take around 10 hours, for this one string it was taking close to 17 because of all the crab in the pots. Not one had to be thrown back, not one barnacle found.

He let his crew rest after two strings, knowing that they would need all that energy for the other three strings. They wanted to continue, fishing like this was unheard of, already one tank full and another close to being there.

"I want you guys to be able to lift some more of those twenty pounders tomorrow, don't want your muscles going out on you. Now food and bed!" they all went in and were happily talking about the fishing, all eating quickly and heading to bed. Short seasons were rare.

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