Griffin walked back inside and slipped into his room. He was tired of grinding up bait and was ready for a nap. He glanced around before going into his room, making sure that no one noticed him.

The rest of the crew was sitting around the wheelhouse table playing a friendly game of poker. Edgar was winning, to everyone else's disgust.

Baylee laughed while she worked on cooking them a nice, hot meal. The crew was very welcoming to her and appreciative of what she would be doing for them during their time out at sea. She smiled to herself as she cooked. This might turn out to be a very good idea…

"Oh come on!" exclaimed Norman as Edgar laid down his cards, "A full house? Are you serious?"

"What can I say?" asked Edgar with a shrug and a very happy grin, "I'm good at this game."

"I'm just glad we aren't betting real money," muttered Jake, "I'd be broke and Edgar would be rolling in it!"

Baylee laughed as she passed out the plates of food. The crew dug in gratefully and began to eat while Norman grabbed the deck of cards.

Matt stood up and stretched, "I'll go check on the kid while you all shuffle the deck."

Matt walked out onto the deck and glanced around. He frowned in confusion when he did not see Griffin at the bait station. He glanced around one last time before he went back inside.

The crew was laughing and joking around while Norman dealt the cards.

"That kid's fast!" exclaimed Matt.

"What do you mean?" asked Jack.

"He's finished with the bait!"

Jack furrowed her brow and shot Edgar a look.

"That's not possible," she said, "There's no way he did all that bait that quickly."

Edgar frowned and stood up from behind the table.

"I'll go have a look," he muttered, "That kid better hope he is that fast."

Edgar walked out onto the deck and began to inspect the bait. Sure enough, there were still a ton of jars and bags lying around and boxes of frozen bait that had yet to be chopped up.

He sighed and shook his head in disbelief. As Edgar walked back inside he noticed that Griffin's door was closed. He shook his head in exasperation when he heard the light snores coming from inside of it.

"You have got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed as he threw open the door.

Griffin jumped in surprise and looked around groggily.

"What? What happened?" he muttered.

"What happened?" shouted Edgar, angrily, "Don't you mean, what didn't happen? Like, oh I don't know, your job? What the hell are you thinking? Do you want to get fired your first time out?"



Griffin shrugged, "I got tired and I didn't really feel like doing it anymore. I mean, I'm the captain's son. Why should I be on bait duty?"

By now Jack had come up behind Edgar to see what all the commotion was about. She gaped openly when she heard Griffin's reply.

"You cannot be serious," she said, feeling anger rising up inside of her.

"Unfortunately I think he is," said Edgar, understanding his wife's anger.

Everyone had to be a greenhorn and had to do the nasty, not-so-fun jobs. It was all a part of training and moving up the ladder. It made one stronger and more understanding of how difficult and challenging this job really was. For someone to openly disobey and to refuse to work was something the Northwestern was not used to experiencing.

"I think he need's to go have a little chat with his father," said Edgar, "Normally I would punish him myself but I think this is a job for Sig."

Griffin's eyes grew wide with fear at the sound of that. Having to face his father was not something he was going to be looking forward to.

"I'll go inform him of the situation," said Edgar, "Be prepared to be called up to the wheelhouse within the next five minutes."

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