Chapter Ten

Roadblock

Shaken by his dreams, Jake Harris awoke in a pool of sweat. The dream seemed so real, he wondered what it ment. Sure there were lots times where the guys had nightmares. Giant man-eating waves. The boat sinking. The list went on, and on, but through it all the were men, and as men they dealt with their fears, or rather, they faced them. But for Jake this dream was unlike the others he had. This dream was about Alex, and in the moment he thought about her, his stomach leaped into his chest, as he sighed to himself, trying to gather his mind. He walked up to the wheelhouse, already dressed.

"Hey pops!" Jake called out.

"Hey Jake. I'm surprised to see you up, usually you're the last one to get your ass out of bed." Phil laughed, as he inhaled his cigarette.

"Yeah." Was all Jake could say. Phil looked at his youngest son, questioningly.

"You don't look good, whats wrong?"

"Just had a bad dream." Jake answered honestly. Jake was unable to lie to his father. Though he was also good at not telling him the full truth, he never lied.

"It happens. Theres a storm heading in, I want to empty the pots, as fast as possible." Phil informed his son.

"A storm?" Jake asked, suddenly feeling nauseous.

"Ok, what the heck is going on Jacob?"

"I had a dream about Alex. There was a bad storm, and we were all on the deck trying to finish up the last pot. The rain, and waves were so bad that we couldn't see anything. And the thunder was so loud I couldn't hear anything. Everyone went inside, but I was too worried about Alex to leave, I caught a glimpse of her in the water, and the more I yelled for help, the further she got from the boat, and no one could hear me through the storm. There was also a weathermans voice. It was all weird, I could bearly make out what he was saying."

"You know Jake, sometimes the sea plays with our mind. We don't really know what to believe. But when our mind tries to tell us something, it can seem like a jig saw puzzle, hard to figure out, until the pieces are put together. Dreams are exactly the same way. I think your dream is telling you to call her before you lose her." Phil told his son.

"Should I call her?" Jake asked with a confused face.

"Thats up to you."

Jake sat back, and thought about what his father said, then he thought about his dream again. He didn't want to lose Alex over something stupid. Jake rested his head against the wall, unsure of when his life started to become to complicated. He sighed, before he picked up the phone, and dialed the Time Bandits number.

"Hello?" Captain Johnathan asked in his usual raspy voice.

"H hey... its Jake Harris."

"Jake... What can I do for you?"

"Can I talk to Scott for a sec?" There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"Hello?" Came Scotts voice.

"Hey Scott. Its Jake Harris."

Scott couldn't help but feel his blood boil, "What is it?"

"Look man, I fucked up bad with Alex..."

"Yeah you did. What the fuck was that all about Jake? Huh? Do you have any idea how my cousin feels right now, or why she did what she did?"

"I'm sorry. Is she there, can I talk to her?"

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now." Before Jake could say anything else, Scott hung up the phone, leaving Jake speechless.

Jake hung up the phone, and looked at his dad. "Son, theres times in your life like this that you realize what you've done wrong, but when you try and correct it theres going to be a roadblock. That roadblock is a punishment for doing wrong, in order to make it right, you have to find another way around the roadblock." Phil smiled at his son.

"Fuck!" Jake yelled, as he kicked the wall, then disappeared into the galley. Jake slid into a booth, and thought about everything that led up to the moment when Alex walked away. "Fuck." Was all Jake was able to say.

"What did he say?" My dad asked.

"He wanted to talk to Alex, I told him no." Scott said.

"How is Alex doing?"

"You know how she is. Shes a stubborn girl."

"Shes strong, she'll be alright."

Scott smiled, at his father, before going back out on deck.

"What was that about?" Alex asked as I walked past her.

"It was Jake." I informed her. I took note of how her face went from tired, and worried to hurt and uncomfortable. I knew I probably should have kept it to myself, but she has a right to know. I love my cousin, and I wasn't sure that her being with Jake Harris was the best thing for her. Dont get me wrong, I love the kid, but he came with a box of issues all to himself. Alex has more than enough to deal with, she didn't need someone elses crap on top of hers. It just wasn't right.

Over the next few days I kept a close eye on Alex. She wore a smile on her face at all times, though everyone on deck was tired, she somehow kept everything together on the outside. I knew on the inside of her she was falling apart. I had so much respect for her, she is such a strong-willed person. Everyone on the boat grew to love, and respect her. We all looked at her as our little sister, whom we had to protect at all times. Even my crazy uncle became fond of having her onboard.

Sorry for the delay in updating this fic. I wasn't sure of where I wanted to take this story, but now I do, so look forward to more updates. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!