Sorry for the long wait. But somehow the story ran away with me and now I can't get it back on track, so writing takes forever.
Chapter 20
Eliot didn't have to think about the Hillstrand family dynamics. He couldn't care less about that actually even if it could make live on board troublesome. If Neil felt like the third wheel in the family tree that is his problem. No he was thinking about the weird bad luck he had in all of this. His ending up on the wrong boat, the camera crew talking about drug pushers on some of the other boats but not on theirs while they did have a rooky cameraman. And why would anybody want to make a eight season series about a bunch of crab fishermen anyway? Sure the work is grueling, and the scenery amazing during the more lousy weather, but where is the money coming from, not from advertising, that's for sure, he certainly never watched the show. And what can you advertise for, Alaskan crab? Winter boots? Fireworks and booze? Cigarettes and chewing tobacco? He is pretty sure most of those things are prohibited from advertizing, even if he isn't quite sure about that, he would have to ask Har…. No, no more thinking about them.
Lost in thoughts he made his way to the mudroom, or changing room or whatever it was called on a crab boat, only to be brought to a standstill with one foot in the door and one still in the hallway. Apparently he was moving softer then he thought, even with all the noise on board. Because there was the youngster rookie camera man, Frankie, putting something inside somebody's his rain gear with a Q tip. And if that wasn't strange enough he was wearing surgical gloves.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Eliot isn't even really angry yet, but Frankie's reaction clearly speaks of a guilty conscious. He jumps about five feet high and scrambles to hide the bottle with the clear fluid he was using on the raingear. Josh his raingear Eliot realizes when he sees the writing on the back.
Now that is enough to get Eliot angry, he kind of almost likes Josh. Moving like a flash Eliot has Frankie pinned to the bulkhead with his forearm against Frankie's throat, leaving the man very little air and without anything to put his toes on, clawing on Eliot's forearm with absolutely no effect.
"You didn't answer my question. What…the…..HELL…are …..you…doing?" Eliot is growling, not very loud but the others enjoying their breakfast notice something is going on.
"Eliot, let him go." Andy orders.
"No, he's did something to Josh his raingear."
"Eliot, let him go, there is nowhere for him to go, we are on a boat." Andy always is the voice of reason. Stepping back Eliot lets Frankie go, and the guy slides down to the floor rubbing his mangled throat trying to catch his breath. Eliot stoops to get the small medicine bottle that Frankie dropped in a boot.
"Look, GHB, this stuff is nasty, goes through the skin. So Josh would have been high as a kite while pulling pots."
John takes the bottle from Eliot and tries to read the label. "It says gammahydroxcybuttersomething . How dangerous can butter be?"
"It ain't butter dad, it's a drug. A nasty one." Scotty manages to get out. "I used it once, but too weird for me. Talk about pink elephants on the ceiling, really freaked me out."
The last bit in a near whisper because his father and uncle's are giving him a death glare.
"Since when do you do drugs?" Frankie and his murder attempt are forgotten, the Hillstrands are having a family crisis.