"Hey Mom!" called Griffin, "You wanna toss the hook?"

Edgar turned around and gave Griffin an exasperated look. This kid had guts if he thought he could just decide who got to throw the hook and who didn't.

"I think that's up to the deck boss," said Jack with a touch of annoyance to her voice, "Greenhorns don't make decisions on this boat."

Matt raised an eyebrow and smirked when he heard the annoyance in Jack's voice. She was usually the more calm-headed and understanding one of the crew but even Jack was beginning to have enough of the captain's son.

"Well, I just think…"

"No," interrupted Edgar, voice firm and unquestioning, "You don't think anything! Greenhorns have no opinion privileges. Got it?"

Griffin's eyes flashed angrily at Edgar. His jaw tightened as he opened his mouth to argue. Jack stepped between then quickly and gave Griffin a hard look.

"I think you and I need to have another talk," she said, anger and frustration reflecting in her eyes.

Griffin tried to protest but Jack grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the other side of the boat.

"Baylee, go back inside," she snarled as she walked by.

"But…"

"Now!" shouted Jack, temper beginning to flare, "You're not supposed to be out here anyway!"

Baylee opened her mouth to argue, but the look in Jack's eyes held no room for argument. She sighed and walked towards the door, casting a regretful glance across the deck. Part of her really wanted to be out here, but Jack was right…she didn't come here to fish.

Edgar sighed and shook his head, "Well, I think she took the words right out of my mouth!"

Matt sneered as he grabbed the next bait setup.

"Let's just hope they listen to her…"

Meanwhile, up in the wheelhouse…

Sig was glancing at the monitors as he approached the next location to drop a string of pots.

As he took off his glasses, he glanced down at the screen that showed him what was going on down on the deck. He froze when he saw his wife walking towards the galley dressed in full turnout gear.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he snarled as he leapt up out of his chair and stormed out of the wheelhouse…

Meanwhile…

"Griffin you really got a lot to learn you know that?" snapped Jack.

Griffin mumbled something under his breath and did not look up at her.

"I'm dead serious! I don't care if you're the captain's son or not, you have to grow up a bit if you want to make it out here! You're a greenhorn regardless of who you're related to so you're going to be treated like one until you prove to us that you deserve better! You make absolutely no decisions on this boat and you have absolutely no opinion! So it'd be best if you kept your mouth shut and just do what you're told, got it?"

Griffin sighed and nodded slightly. He understood what Jack was telling him, but part of him resented being talked down to. He was not the type of person who liked staying on the bottom of the totem pole for very long.

"Fine, I get it."

"Do you really?" pressed Jack, "Because you told me you got it the last time we talked and obviously you didn't."

She sighed and ran a hand through her windblown hair, "Just do me one favor okay?"

Griffin glanced up and nodded, "Yeah, sure…what?"

"Forget you're the captain's son. Pretend you're an average guy, okay? You'll get more respect from these guys if you're not acting like you're better than us."

"What the hell do you think you guys are doing?" shouted Sig as he stormed onto the deck.

"Oh no," murmured Jack as she watched Sig approached the rest of the crew.

Jack turned to Griffin and gave him a look.

"Come on, greenhorn," she muttered, "It's time to get yelled at."

"What'd we do?" asked Griffin, bewildered at the furious look in his father's eyes.

"Okay, that's another thing," said Jack as she turned around to face him again, "Don't ask that question…ever. Trust me, Sig'll tell us exactly what we did. Just don't ask."

As Jack and Griffin walked over to the rest of the crew, Sig whirled around and glared at them.

"Nice of you two to join us!" he snapped.

Jack flinched slightly but did not argue back.

"It was my fault dad," said Griffin.

Jack sighed in exasperation and shook her head.

"Griffin," she hissed, warningly under her breath.

"She was talking to me about a few things," he continued.

Sig's eyes flashed.

"Did I ask for an explanation?"

Griffin grew silent and looked away.

Jack shook her head again as Sig turned his angry gaze to the rest of the crew.

"I want to know what the hell was going through your heads when you let my wife come out on deck!" he shouted.

No one dared to answer.

"What'd she do while she was out here?" he pressed, "What work did you make her do?"

"It wasn't like that," said Griffin.

Jack could have strangled the kid at this point. The rest of the crew gave him pleading looks, begging him to just stay quiet and let Sig have his rant.

Sig whirled around to face his son.

"She just wanted to see what it was like," he said, lowering his voice under his dad's infuriated glare.

"So you let your mother come out onto a rolling deck where thousand pound pots swing around wildly and with the waves crashing over the starboard rail?" he asked in disbelief.

"She stayed at the bait area," insisted Griffin, "She didn't go to the rail. I kept my eye on her I promise!"

Jack glanced up at Sig to judge his reaction. She was surprised to see a scared and worried look on his face rather than the anger that was there just seconds ago.

"Don't let it happen again," he muttered as he turned and walked quickly back inside and up into the wheelhouse.

The rest of the crew looked dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with Sig?" asked Matt.

"I don't know," murmured Norman, "Something's bothering him."

Griffin had a deeply sad look in his eyes. He walked slowly away from the group and disappeared into the galley.

Jack frowned in concern. There was something else going on here…something that was affecting all of Sig's family. She knew that if she could find out what that was that there may be a way to make all of this better.

"It was a bad idea he had of bringing them onboard," said Edgar quietly, "Just a bad idea…"

Jack shot him a surprised look, but caught herself. Perhaps he was right…maybe it was just a bad idea…

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