Edgar froze on the spot. He had never seen his brother look so angry before.

Sig swept a furious glare across his crew. He was breathing hard from a combination of terror and absolute rage.

Just then, Jack came back out of her room and shut the door behind her.

"Well she's asleep now. I got her…"

She froze in mid-sentence and mid-step when she made eye-contact with Sig. She felt a chill creep down her spine and swallowed nervously.

"Is she okay?" asked Sig, forcing his voice to stay level.

Jack's eyes were wide with fear. She just nodded and glanced away awkwardly.

"I want to know who let her get to the starboard side of the boat," he snarled, glaring at his crew, "And I want to know now!"

The crew all looked away, uncertain as to how to answer that question.

Griffin cleared his throat.

"Um…I think it might have been my fault…I was putting the bait in the pot and she ran over to watch."

"But you were inside the pot, right?" snapped Sig.

Griffin nodded.

"Then it wasn't your fault…and besides you're a greenhorn, you're not responsible for things like this."

Jack barely suppressed a sneer at that. The kid wasn't responsible for anything as far as she could tell.

"So who allowed it?" he snarled.

No one responded.

"Fine," snapped Sig, anger flashing in his eyes, "Then I'll call you up one by one to the wheelhouse…and you'd better tell me the truth!"

Sig stomped back up the stairs and slammed the wheelhouse door shut.

The crew glanced at each other, eyes wide with fear.

"He's gonna separate us," muttered Matt, "We're all screwed…"

"But it was nobody's fault!" hissed Edgar under his breath, "We weren't the ones who allowed her on deck in the first place."

"Exactly," agreed Jack.

"Edgar!" growled Sig over the loud hailer.

Edgar winced slightly and gave the crew a regretful glance.

"Well…it was nice knowing all of you," he whispered as he slowly trudged up the stairs.

The rest of the crew sighed and sat around the table in the galley, fidgeting nervously.

After a couple minutes, Edgar walked down the stairs and back into the galley. His eyes were wide with bewilderment as he glanced at the crew. He shook his head and sighed.

"Matt, you're next."

Matt moaned as he stood up and went into the wheelhouse.

After an hour nearly the entire crew had been up and out of the wheelhouse. Only Griffin and Jack were left to be questioned.

"Griffin, you're up," said Norman as he slowly walked back inside the galley.

Jack waited nervously, knowing that she would be the last person to speak with the angry captain.

As Griffin walked down the stairs, Jack was unnerved by the look in his eyes. He shot her a fearful and almost apologetic look as he passed by.

Jack narrowed her eyes curiously as she made her way up to the wheelhouse, heart hammering with fear and uncertainty.

"Captain?" she asked as she slowly opened the door.

"Get in here, now!"

Jack wished desperately that she was anywhere but in the wheelhouse of the Northwestern. She walked over to Sig and sat on the bench behind his chair.

Sig turned and glared angrily at her.

"So I was told you saw Baylee go over to the starboard side and did nothing about it," he snarled in an angry, low tone.

Jack nodded slowly, a sense of dread creeping up her spine.

"Yes sir, that's true."

"And why would you do something like that?"

"I…well the last time I tried to talk to her about something like that she wasn't too happy about it at all. I guess I was trying to avoid another confrontation. I also assumed you'd take care of it."

"I can't keep my eyes on the deck every single second!" shouted Sig, "That's why I have experienced deckhands like you out there to take care of the greenhorns!"

Jack looked away, suddenly feeling very angry at her captain. This was not fair…not fair at all and she was getting sick of it.

"Permission to speak freely?" she asked, a hard edge to her voice.

Sig narrowed his eyes at her and nodded curtly.

"I wasn't the one who allowed her to come back on deck in the first place," she said, her voice low and angry, "So it's not fair that I'm the one getting yelled at. I told her from the very beginning that I was 

uncomfortable with her out on deck, but she wouldn't listen. You let her back out there and now I'm the one who's in trouble?"

Her voice rose steadily as she talked. Sig's eyes flashed at first with anger, then softened slightly when he realized the truth behind her words. He was the one who allowed Baylee to come out on deck, not Jack. Nothing would have happened if he did not give in to his wife.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He turned back around and looked out over the ocean.

Jack shifted nervously on the bench, wondering what to do next.

"Go back down," muttered Sig, "We'll discuss this later."

Jack shook her head and sneered in disbelief. She smacked the bench hard as she stood up and stormed out of the wheelhouse, allowing her anger to get the best of her. But part of her knew that she had a right to be angry. After all she wasn't the one at fault here…no, this time it was the captain…

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