"So, exactly how long are the shifts?"

The entire crew laughed openly at Griffin's latest question. They were dumping their second string for the day and had already been up for about twenty-four hours.

"Kid, the fun's just begun!" replied Matt.

"We could be out here for the next three days straight if your father says so," replied Jake, "We just follow orders."

Griffin sneered and muttered something under his breath.

Jack and Edgar exchanged a worried glance. They were both concerned about Griffin and his future on the boat. From what they could tell so far, the kid was trying to make up for his earlier mistake but every once and a while he would say something that would irritate them all. Every one of the deckhands had been in Griffin's shoes once. The fact that he was unwilling to accept his position made them angry.

Meanwhile, below deck…

Baylee was cleaning the galley and preparing to cook the crew another meal. She glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed. The crew had been out working for over a day now with no sleep and only quick bites of food to eat.

After a few more minutes, concern for the crew overtook Baylee. She stood up from behind the table and made her way up to the wheelhouse.

"Hey, Sig?" she called as she opened the door.

"Yeah, honey what is it?" asked Sig as he finished plotting something on one of the screens.

"I was just wondering how long the boys are going to be out there working."

Sig shot her a look. He shrugged, "I don't know. Depends on how long it takes to set two more strings."

"Two more strings?" asked Baylee in exasperation, "Sig they've already set two strings and they're dead tired! They need a break."

Sig felt his patience beginning to slip away. His wife, who had never been on the boat before, was now pestering him about how hard he worked his crew.

"Baylee they're used to this," he replied, attempting to stay calm, "They'll be fine."

"I think they should get a few hours sleep and a good warm meal," Baylee pressed, "They deserve it!"

Sig felt his last strand of patience slowly ripping apart.

"I'd love for them to do that to!" he shouted, "But they have work to do and so do I! They'll do their job and then they'll sleep, alright?"

"No, it's not alright," she protested as she folded her arms, unwilling to give up the fight.

Sig rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"Baylee, I didn't bring you up here so we could fight."

"And why not? It's all we do at home right?"

Sig froze and shot her a hurt look.

"We don't always fight…"

Baylee sneered, "Don't lie to yourself Sig. Every day it's something else…Griffin, the laundry, how long you're going to be gone next time, how the family is run, who does what…it's an endless list, Sig! So why is this any different?"

"Baylee, look…"

"No! I'm sick of all this! The only reason I came up here was to keep an eye on my son and to spend more time with you. Sig…do you have any idea how hard it is for me when you're gone? I miss you so much, but then when you're home we argue. It's a losing battle and I don't know how to turn it around."

The sorrowful look in her eyes nearly broke Sig's heart. He gave her a concerned look and tried to reason with her.

"Honey, I'm just…"

But Baylee held up her hand to stop him.

"No…no I don't want to hear anything from you for awhile. I just…I just need some time alone."

Baylee walked quickly out of the wheelhouse. Sig watched her go, his heart heavy with guilt and despair and his mind weighted down by the load of work he had ahead of him.

This was going to be a very long trip…

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