Jack stormed back into the galley. She was furious at Sig for blaming her for the whole incident. She wondered briefly who told him that she had seen Baylee walk over to the rail, but the second she saw the look on Griffin's face, she had her answer.
Griffin was sitting behind the table looking very guilty. He glanced up at Jack and swallowed nervously.
"Jack…"
"Why would you do something like that?" asked Jack, sounding suddenly more hurt than angry, "After all I've done to try and help you fit in around here, why would you stab me in the back like that?"
"I'm sorry," mumbled Griffin, "He was so upset and he wouldn't let me put the blame on myself."
"So you chose to blame me?" asked Jack, eyes flashing angrily.
The rest of the crew glanced between them, anger and disappointment in their eyes.
"I didn't want to," retorted Griffin, "But it was true! You did see her go over to the rail and you didn't say anything…"
Jack slammed her fist down onto the counter.
"So that makes it my fault?" she shouted.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, forcing herself to calm down.
"Fine…maybe it is partially my fault," she said after a moment, "But if it had been your fault, I would have never told Sig. I wouldn't put you through all that."
Griffin's eyes suddenly brightened with anger. He shot Jack a furious look.
"Oh well I'm terribly sorry," he snarled, "At least you only had to go through that for what, five minutes? I have to deal with that everyday that he's home!"
Jack was at a loss for words. She had not thought about what it must be like to live with Sig and his temper.
"I'm sorry you had to get yelled at," continued Griffin, "I'm sorry I told on you and I'm sorry you're upset…just be thankful you don't have to hear that all the time."
Griffin stood up from the table and walked quickly into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Jack looked over at Edgar, shock and disbelief in her eyes.
Edgar sighed and shook his head, indicating he had no idea about what was going on either. He walked over to Jack and gave her a long hug.
"It's not your fault," he reassured her, "We all know who's to blame for this and it isn't you."
Jack nodded, "Yeah, I know…but what about Griffin?"
"What about him?" sneered Matt, "He stabbed you in the back!"
"Yeah but I think he's got a lot more going on in that head of his than he lets on," she replied, frowning slightly, "I think there's a deeper, more underlying problem here. I mean, Sig's stressed out and more angry than usual, Baylee's rebellious and doesn't seem to have a ton of respect for her husband, and Griffin…well he seems to have a lot of things going on that are bothering him."
Edgar and Norman exchanged confused looks.
"Whenever I've been at his house everything seems okay," said Norman.
"Well maybe being on this boat in such tight quarters and under these conditions is bringing out what really goes on in their house when no one else is there," replied Jack.
"I'll go talk to Griffin," replied Jake, "I may be able to get through to him…we're closer in age."
Jack nodded, "Good idea. I'll talk to Baylee when she wakes up…who's going to talk to Sig?"
Edgar, Norman, and Matt didn't say a word. Jack narrowed her eyes at them.
"Oh come on guys…man up."
Edgar sighed, "Fine…I'll do it."
"Well don't sound so enthusiastic," said Jack sarcastically.
Edgar muttered something under his breath as he turned to walk up to the wheelhouse.
"Hey," he called over his shoulder, "If I don't come back…I love you all."
Norman, Matt, and Jack laughed as Edgar began to hum the funeral song as he walked up the stairs.
"He was a good man," said Norman, smirking.
"And a good friend," added Matt.
Jack shook her head.
"Yep…it was nice being married to him while it lasted!"
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Okay I don't know about you guys, but I'm like soooo depressed this morning. I woke up and realized that there will be no new Deadliest Catch episodes for another year…and as much as I like to write about DC, this is making it worse!! sigh I need another cup of coffee…
