Hey everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates, but now that my other story is finished, I can now focus on this one. I hope you all are enjoying! Please review, because that lets me know if I should keep writing. Leave me comments on what you think should happen, because I have been known to change the path of stories because it gives me ideas for better story lines.

Thanks to those that have reviewed so far! You know who you are. :)

Joelle and Edgar got out of the truck that drove them to where the boat was at, and Joelle smiled at the sight of it. She loved the boat, and was excited to be back with it, even if she was getting ready to fix the engine with her cranky uncle. His mood was sour the moment they all said goodbye to the family, and Joelle didn't see it getting better anytime soon.

Edgar walked ahead of her and threw his bag on the deck before jumping aboard. Joelle followed suit, and the two of them quickly looked over the boat for any damage that could have been done while they were away.

"What do you want to do? Start with the engine, and then go shopping when we get hungry, or go shopping first and get it out of the way, then start the engine?"

"Why do I have to go shopping?" He crankily asked.

"Because I don't cook, so how in the hell do I know what you want to make?"

"So now you are telling me that I have to cook for you this week?"

"Not saying that at all wonderful uncle of mine. Just saying that I know you don't want me to cook for you, so how in the hell would I know what you want?" Joelle sarcastically asked.

Edgar mumbled to himself under his breath as he walked inside with his bag, heading towards his room. Joelle rolled her eyes, not looking forward to the week alone with him.

Joelle quickly put her things in her room that she was sharing with Jake Anderson, throwing her bag on her bed, and then went to the galley, where she smelt a foul smell.

"Edgar, do you smell that?" Joelle asked when he walked into the galley.

"Smells like your cooking." Edgar joked with a smile. It was the only smile she saw all day, and she only hoped it wasn't going to be his only one.

"Funny. Now seriously, what is it?"

"Smells like something died." He said, sniffing the air, trying to pinpoint where the smell was coming from. He started to move the seat cushions at the table, and then made a face as he backed away.

"What?" Joelle asked, looking at him.

"It looks like the pizza we got our last night on the boat." He said, making a face.

"Sometimes, I swear, I work with a bunch of pigs." Joelle said, gagging at the sight of the rotten pizza slice that Edgar was picking up. She held out the trash can, and then took the bag immediately outside to get rid of the stench. She then went back to the galley, where she saw Edgar spraying deodorizer.

"Are you ready to get to work now?" Joelle asked, wanting to get out of the galley. Edgar reluctantly agreed, and then stomped towards the engine room.

The two of them spent the majority of the day working on taking apart the engine. It ended up being a bigger project than either of them had anticipated, which made Joelle wish even more that they had started the project before heading home after salmon season, realizing it was something that might not even be ready by the start of the season. Edgar, however, didn't even want to hear it.

"I'm going to town for a drink. I'm over this tonight." Edgar said in the engine room, setting his wrench down.

"Am I allowed to join you, or are you going to put up more of a hissy fit?" Joelle asked, putting her hands on her hips staring at her uncle.

"Let me guess, you need to take a shower and get all dolled up?" He asked, wiping his greasy hands with a towel.

"I don't need to get dolled up. I would like, however, to wipe the grease off my face and arms, if that is okay with you."

"The second I see a skirt come out, I'm gone." He said, walking away from her. Joelle shook her head, following him out of the engine room.

Joelle walked into the bathroom and took a wash cloth and wiped her face. Once the grease was off, she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail, put on a little bit of make-up, and then walked out of the bathroom, only to find that Edgar had left already. She grunted in frustration as she grabbed her purse and headed off the boat, running towards the Elbow Room. When she arrived, she opened the door, and immediately smiled when she saw a few familiar faces. She quickly ran up to Andy Hillstrand and jumped on his back, biting his neck gently. He spun around, startled, then laughed when he realized who was on his back.

"You would think I would know by now it was you." Andy laughed.

"It's the old age. Your mind is the first to go." She said, smiling at him.

"We were starting to wonder if you were going to join your uncle." Johnathan stated, taking a sip of his beer.

"We were supposed to come together, however, someone is an impatient ass today." Joelle retorted, glaring at her uncle.

"I saw the make-up come out, and I took that as my cue to leave."

"You said no skirts. Do you see me in anything different than what I was working in? I am definitely in all my glory right now."

"Yeah, well, I saw the prissy make-up come out, and that is almost as bad." Edgar said, smiling at his niece. She watched as Jamie, the bartender, set a crown and coke down in front of him, and he picked it up, handing it to her.

"You made up for it with the drink." She responded, taking a sip.

"Do I know the way to my nieces heart, or what?"

Joelle nodded, setting her drink down on the bar. She grabbed her uncle's cigarettes, and then helped herself to one.

"So, Joelle, did you hear what Discovery is having us do?" Johnathan asked, sitting back in his seat.

"Discovery makes you guys do stuff? I see who the chick is in that relationship."

"You know, I'll let that one slide for now, because I've got bigger things on my mind." He said, making a face at her.

"Alright, Ms. Hillstrand, what's your beef?" She asked, smiling at him.

"Well now I don't to tell you."

"Wow, that's not a girly thing to say at all." Edgar said quietly, but loud enough for them to hear.

Johnathan turned to walk away, but Joelle grabbed his arm, laughing.

"I'm kidding! Just tell me."

"You aren't the only chick on the block anymore." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"What do you mean?"

"I hired some chick I don't even know to work as a greenhorn on the boat. I'm hoping to just keep her to the galley and make her cook, where a woman belongs."

"Excuse me?" Joelle glared at Johnathan, putting her hands on her hips at the comment.

"Joelle, you are no normal chick. Shit, I sometimes wonder if you are a chick."

"Funny." She responded, flipping him off.

"So, is she some butch woman or what? Have you met her yet?" Edgar asked.

"No, haven't met her. But I heard she is very eager to work, and has fished before."

"What do you think about this Andy?" Joelle asked him, smiling.

"I plead the 5th." He stated.

"I still can't believe you guys are having a chick on the boat. You hardly let Joelle on the boat if we are docked next to you guys."

"Yeah, some honorary member." Joelle mumbled, but then smiled at Johnathan and Andy when they looked at her.

"Sounds to me that you guys want some eye candy on the boat."

"Well, that is a perk." Andy said, smiling.

"You don't even know what she looks like. Who's to say she isn't butch?"

"Look at you! You wouldn't win any beauty pageants right now, so you really don't have any room to talk." Johnathan stated.

"Do I need to remind you guys of what Playboy magazine that is framed in the wheelhouse of the Time Bandit?"

"Who in the hell told you?" Andy exclaimed.

"Fourtner showed me! You really think I wouldn't have found that out?"

"You know what? You're out of the crew shot this year." Johnathan said, finishing off his drink.

Joelle laughed, putting her cigarette out. She then walked over to Johnathan and stuck her lower lip out.

"Don't even try to suck up to me." He said, shaking his head.

"You know you love me." She said, sticking her lower lip out even more.

"Why does he get that treatment? I think you should suck up to me as well." Andy stated, smiling.

"I think I've sucked up enough for the evening, gentlemen." She said, finishing off her drink.

"You are no fun." Andy said.

"Edgar, please don't stay out all night drinking. We have a lot of work to do on the engine." She stated.

He waved her off, lighting his cigarette.

Joelle rolled her eyes, and then headed towards the boat. She went straight to her stateroom, and then laid in her bunk, picking up her cell phone. She thought about trying to call Crosby, but knew that she would be unsuccessful. She knew it would be a couple days until they docked in Dutch Harbor. She couldn't wait until they got there.

She laid in bed, trying to go to sleep, but was unsuccessful. She heard Edgar come back to the boat a couple hours after she got on the boat. She heard him in the galley grabbing a bite to eat. She stood up and opened her door and then leaned against the doorframe as she watched Edgar eat a sandwich at the table.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked when he saw her.

"I couldn't sleep. I don't sleep well without Crosby next to me."

He nodded.

"So, you going to tell me why you are being so cranky?"

He shrugged his shoulders, taking a drink of his soda in front of him.

"Ed, we can't work like this all week. Shit, I take that back. I can't work like this all season."

"Just have a lot on my mind. Nothing you need to worry about." He said, smiling at her.

"You know me. You're my uncle. Of course I will worry about you."

"If I cut back on my bitchiness, will you drop it?" He asked.

"Now I really want to know."

"Don't worry about it, princess."

"I hate that nickname." She said, making a face.

He laughed to himself, then went into his room, shutting the door behind him. Joelle couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him. She knew she would figure it out sooner or later, whether he liked it or not.

There you have it! Please review! Thanks in advance. :)