Written by Mahonechic89:
Phil Harris felt panic welling up in his chest. His oldest son, Josh, sounded very worried and upset about Jake. Phil desperately tried to calm him down so that he could find out exactly what was going on.
"Josh! Josh I need you to take a breath and tell me what's going on. Calm down!"
Josh ran a hand through his dark hair and took a shaky breath.
"The guys…the guys were foolin' around and…I guess they were pullin' a prank or somethin'. They picked him up and carried him out…but he hit his head…and he's not movin'!"
Phil inhaled sharply as he imagined his youngest son lying on the deck, unconscious.
The rolling waves were coming up over the bow and crashing down on the deck. Phil knew he could not leave the wheelhouse at a time like this. A rogue wave could pop up at any time in this weather. He was useless to his son right now.
"Let Murray look at him," ordered Phil, "Murray's good at that stuff. It might just be a concussion."
Josh sighed shakily and shook his head as he looked over at his brother. He still was not responding to any of the crew's attempts to wake him.
"I don't know dad…it looks bad. It looks very bad."
Just then, Murray ran over with a bucket full of freezing Bering Sea water and tossed it on Jake's face. Jake sputtered suddenly, eyes flying open in shock. He tried to sit up but fell back down, holding his head with his hands.
Josh smiled and cried out happily.
"He's awake! Thank God…he's awake."