Sorry for the long stretch of no updates. Been a crazy time, and was out of town, but here is an update, and it's a longer one than the last couple.

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Matt sat in the wheelhouse, staring out the front window, watching the incoming and outgoing boats into the harbor. It was as if time had stood still on the Northwestern. They were all walking zombies, none of them able to get sleep since the incident had happened. The events of that day just kept running over and over in their heads, and nobody wanted to do a thing.

Matt then saw Edgar walking down the dock towards the boat. He didn't know how Sig talked him into coming back to the boat to oversee the new repairs that needed done, but he was grateful to see his face. Matt immediately noticed how worn down Edgar looked, and couldn't imagine what he was going through at that point.

"Why didn't you call us when you arrived? We would have come to get you." Matt asked when Edgar got in the wheelhouse.

"Didn't want to bother you." He responded, throwing his stuff down on the bench.

"Shit, we need an excuse to get off this boat. It holds nothing but nightmares anymore."

"Well yeah. You're sitting in the wheelhouse. I still smell the blood."

Matt shook his head at the comment.

"I just want to get the engine fixed and find you guys your new deckhand so that I can get the hell out of here."

"How is she doing?" Matt asked, curious. He hadn't gotten an update in a couple days, afraid to call. He was afraid one of the updates would be the news that nobody wants to hear.

"Little improvement daily. She is regulating her own body temperature now, which is a huge improvement in my eyes. The doctors had always said that she would never be able to do that. They still want us to pull the plug though. I'm just glad that she is being transferred to the hospital in Seattle. We have a doctor there that isn't as adamant on pulling the plug like the ass that is her doctor now."

"Fuck the doctors. What do they know."

"I don't think they realize how much of a fighter Joelle really is. I know in my heart she will wake up from this."

"Do you think there is going to be too much brain damage at this point?"

"I don't care." Edgar answered, leaving the wheelhouse and headed towards the engine.

Edgar spent the rest of the day working on the engine, the rest of the guys afraid to go near him at that point. He had the radio blaring as loud as he could stand it, and would curse to himself throughout the repairs.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Jonathan asked Nick, Matt, and Jake as he walked up to the boat.

"As good as it can get I guess." Nick answered, motioning his head towards the engine room where Edgar had barricaded himself. Even with the door closed, the music could still be heard.

"I was surprised to hear he was even in town when we docked. I'm hoping that means it's good news?"

Jake just shook his head. He had barely spoken since the incident. Seeing Joelle swept under by the wave was almost too much for him to bare.

"Well, that girl is a fighter. I came to see if Edgar would let me talk to him. I heard you are in need of another deckhand."

"Yeah, we are." Matt answered.

Jonathan nodded, then headed towards the engine room. He opened the door, and the music immediately got louder. He headed down the stairs and turned the radio off.

"What the fuck!" Edgar yelled, not knowing who turned the music off.

"Hey, Ed, chill out for a minute. I wanted to talk to you." Jonathan said, moving so Edgar can see him.

"Oh, hey Jonathan." Edgar said, dropping his wrench into his toolbox.

"Been a hell of a couple weeks, huh?" Jonathan asked, leaning against the wall.

"You have no idea." Edgar answered.

"I heard you guys are in need of a deckhand."

"Yeah, we are. Why? You want to dump the chick?"

Jonathan laughed.

"How'd you guess?"

"I'm surprised she hasn't been thrown overboard yet."

"Believe me. If there weren't cameras, it would have been done."

Edgar smiled at the comment.

"She isn't that bad of a deckhand though." He said, making a face.

"Wow, you must be kidding."

"She could be better. Definitely no Joelle. But I bet she'd be of help for the season."

"I thought you were locked in contract with her." Edgar asked, confused.

"I can dump her off to you, because Discovery tapes on the boat. She's still on TV making them money." Jonathan said, rolling his eyes. "Plus, they think it may bring in more ratings if she works on more than one boat."

Edgar shook his head.

"I don't care. Ask the rest of the guys to make sure they are okay with it though."

"Sounds good. Just let us know if you need anything. Got it?" Jonathan asked.

Edgar nodded, going back to working on the engine.

Jonathan walked back on deck, closing the door to the engine room. When he turned around, he saw Nick, Matt, and Jake all staring at him.

"How would you guys like one of my crewmen for the rest of the season?"

"If it's Mike, sure. If you're pushing Katrina off on us, then fuck no." Matt said.

"Yeah, I'd give up Mike." Jonathan sarcastically responded.

"You can't be serious. You want us, with the bad luck we've been having this season, bring on a chick greenhorn? Yeah, that's like asking for trouble."

"She's not that bad of a deckhand. Damn, I need to wash my mouth out with soap." Jonathan said, making another face.

"Yeah right. She probably sucks." Nick said. "What's wrong with her."

"Besides the fact that she's a chick, and a little bitch, not a thing. I mean, she's no Joelle, but she isn't awful."

"What do you mean a little bitch?"

"You'll see. I have a feeling that you guys will put her in her place real quick, and she needs a wake-up call."

Jake gave Jonathan a confused look.

"Either you take it or leave it. At least you know I wouldn't give you guys someone who couldn't do the job. I wouldn't do that to you guys right now. Just trying to help."

"I'd rather take Mike." Matt said with a smile.

"We'll take her. Better than nothing. Not many fishermen worth choosing from right now. We've already looked. They aren't worth the time to try to train." Nick said, chiming in.

"Then it's a deal. I will send her on over."

Jonathan walked off deck, a sense of relief washed over him. He knew that sending her over would help the guys, but with her unknown grudge against Joelle, he knew that she would shut up quick on the Northwestern. He just couldn't listen to it anymore.

"Kat, get your shit packed. You're out of here!" Jonathan yelled once he got inside the Time Bandit.

"What do you mean?"

"They want her?" Andy asked, a smile on his face.

"They are desperate I think by this point. They just want to get the season going again so they can be done." Jonathan answered.

"You are NOT putting me on the Northwestern."

"Hell yeah we are. Discovery already agreed to it darling. Get your shit and get out." Jonathan said, then headed back up to the wheelhouse.

"This is NOT what I agreed too." Katrina said, storming out of the galley.

"This is going to be awesome." Eddie laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Katrina angrily put her things in her bags, not caring how things were put in there. She was angry. She didn't want to be on another boat. Especially the Northwestern.

Before long, Mike was helping Katrina take her things over to the Northwestern. Music was blaring again by that point.

"Welcome." Matt said, smiling at Katrina.

"I want to get one thing straight. If I get compared to Joelle once on this damn boat, someone is getting a pot flung at them."

"Which is why you are not in control of the crane." Nick said with a smile. "You are bait bitch."

Katrina rolled her eyes.

"Can you just show me where to put my things?"

Jake took Katrina down to where her room was going to be.

"Thanks for bringing her over Mike." Nick said to him.

"Yeah, good luck. Let us know how Joelle does."

"Definitely will do. When we know something, we will let you know."

"Perfect. Hope you don't throw her overboard like Jonathan and Andy wanted to do." Mike said, laughing as he walked away.

Matt and Nick looked at each other, wondering if they should have agreed to let her come on board.

Edgar emerged from the engine room, wiping his hands.

"How's it look?" Nick asked.

"It's finished. Just have to wait for Sam to show, and you guys are golden." Edgar said.

"Katrina just showed up." Matt said.

"So you guys did agree to bring her on board. I heard she's a little shit." Edgar answered.

"We don't have much choice at this point, do we?"

"Up to you guys. I want to meet this deckhand of ours."

Edgar, Nick, and Matt all headed inside and found Katrina looking around the galley, Jake sitting at the table watching her in silence.

"So, you're Katrina?" Edgar asked.

"Yeah." She answered. Edgar could tell she was annoyed with the whole situation.

"Can you cook?" Matt asked her.

"Yeah, why?"
"Probably have you cooking now that you're here then." He answered.

"Did Joelle cook?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Definitely not." Nick laughed.

"Then why do I have to cook if she didn't? Aren't you guys being a little racist towards women?"

"Not at all. If we let Joelle cook, we'd all be dead by now with food poisoning. You, however, can't do much on deck, so taking one of us off deck to cook is pointless."

Katrina crossed her arms.

"Sounds to me like you guys let her slide by on shit. Not as great of a deckhand as everyone says she is, eh?"

"Wow, you've got balls." Edgar said, shaking his head.

Katrina looked at him, waiting to see where he was going with his comment.

"My niece is lying in a bed fighting for her life, and you are going to come on here and degrade her? Do you not know where you are?" He asked.

Katrina just watched him, biting her lower lip, completely forgetting the fact that Edgar was Joelle's uncle.

"Now I understand why Jonathan hated the cameras so much, because if they weren't here right now, I'd lay you out right now." Edgar's fists were clenched as he spoke. "Be glad that Sig isn't here right now, because he wouldn't care about the cameras."

Edgar walked out of the galley at that point, heading up to the wheelhouse.

"You watch yourself. I'd rather work a 3 man deck crew than deal with that shit." Matt said, staring down Katrina.

Katrina watched as the three guys leave the galley, all staring her down, and she immediately felt like she was an inch tall. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into.

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