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Norman started as he looked up from the hydraulics to see a camera pointed right at him. He leaned around to see Kjiersten signal for the next pot to come up. "Scuse me," he mumbled, motioning the new cameraman aside. "Can't see what I'm doing."

"Oh, sorry." Norm started the crane, stopped it, and snapped his head around to actually look at the person behind the camera. It was hard to tell under the hoodie, baseball cap, and bulky windbreaker, but after studying for a moment, his brain put the pieces together.

"You're a girl."

"Yessir, last time I checked. Dana Camden," she nodded, reaching out a hand. Norm frowned at it but didn't shake it.

"Fuckin-a, Dad! Ass in gear!" Norman smirked when Kjiersten's shout startled Dana. This could be fun. He started the crane up again and mentally inserted the curses he knew his daughter was uttering, making this more entertaining. This was one of the few families in the world where cursing out your parents didn't get you in trouble.

"What's so funny?" There was that damn camera again. He slumped to see the pot reach Kjiersten safely, but the moment where he thought he would crush her had wiped the smirk off of his face.

"Nothin'. 'Scuse me. Again."

"Sorry. Again." Norman shrugged as Kjiersten sent the crane back down. "I heard from Don that you don't talk much. Can I ask why?"

"You can ask."

"But you won't answer, right?" Norm lifted one corner of his mouth briefly and dropped it. Smart girl. They were quiet for a bit as Jake hooked up the next pot for him to bring up to Kjiersten to secure. "Ok, let's try this. What's your family think about your daughter working on the boat?" It was a harmless question considering the family atmosphere they cherished about the Northwestern, but his mind didn't travel to his brothers. Instead, a shock of curly platinum blonde hair, blight blue eyes, and the most brilliant smile he had ever seen flashed through his mind. Norm's hand slipped on the hydro controls as he fought against the image.

"DAD!" Kjiersten shrieked, and Jake let out an incoherent shout as he moved towards the stack in an admittedly-impossible effort to help her. Dana whipped her camera around as the pot swung dangerously over the top of the stack. Kjiersten scrambled so she was hanging onto the sides of the stack, preferring a dip in the harbor to being bashed in the head by a pot.

Norman scrambled for the controls and pulled the pot away from the stack as Kjiersten crawled around and hopped onto the deck. She and Jake carefully walked around the pot while he stabilized it and lowered it back to the deck. "What the fuck, Dad?"

"Sorry." He shot a look at Dana, and the brief move was all Kjiersten needed.

"Who the hell are you?" she snapped, crossing her arms and fixing the camerawoman with that Hansen glare. Jake shrunk back a few steps, a wise decision on his part, and let the two women have their stare-down.

"I'm Dana, your new cameraman." She shook the camera gently to add to her credibility, attempting to hide the defensive tone in her voice. Making enemies wasn't particularly high on her list, especially on her first day with the crew. "You must be Kjiersten."

"Must be," she nodded curtly before turning her back on the camera, dropping the glare, and reaching for her dad in a move that was oddly concerned and comforting considering the anger Dana had just witnessed. "You alright?"

"Fine," he nodded. A normal family would press the matter, double check, or at least ask if he was sure. Not in this branch of the Hansen family, though, Dana noted. That one word was enough for Kjiersten.

"Let's get back to it, then," she nodded, turning back to the pots.

"Later," Norm shook his head. "Edgar's gonna take over."

Kjiersten frowned at him. "Ooookay? Isn't he-"

"Make friends," Norm motioned to Dana. "He'll be out soon." Kjiersten opened her mouth to say something, but he was inside before she could get any words out. She looked at Jake, but he could only offer her a shrug, as confused as she was. So, she turned to Dana.

"What the hell just happened?" she snapped at the new camerawoman. Dana shook her head helplessly.

"I have no idea. I was just asking him questions. I don't know what…I don't know."

Kjiersten frowned at the door her dad had disappeared through. "Something happened," she murmured. After a moment of pondering, she shook her head and turned back to Dana. "So, you're the greenhorn, huh?"

"Yes, I am," she nodded. Kjiersten nodded, frowned again, and then grinned at the sight of Matt Bradley and Nick Mavar coming back from their shopping trip. "Tell me you brought cookie dough ice cream back!" she exclaimed, breezing by the woman without a second thought. She hopped the rail to go through the bags, which Matt rolled his eyes at.

"You bet I did. You know I always get your stuff." He passed a bag over the rail to Jake. "They didn't have any mint chocolate chip, though, so I got extra cookie dough."

"Works for me!" she grinned, tossing a bag of bread over the rail. Nick grunted, climbed over the rail, and picked up the bag.

"Be good to the wheat products," he insisted. She stuck her tongue out at him, earning herself a noogie from Matt. Matt hopped the rail to take the last bag from her, leaving just her and Dana on the docks. Kjiersten frowned, not sure when this new chick had come up behind her. She didn't need any more ninjas sneaking around in her life.

"So, uh," Dana paused to heave her camera more comfortably onto her shoulder, "do you have any pointers for me? Girl to girl?" Kjiersten must have looked at the camera because she added, "Off record." Even so, Kjiersten waited for her to turn the camera off just to be sure.

"You want some advice?" She looked to the deck where Sig and Edgar were listening to Norman's story. "Stay out of the way. Don't be an idiot. And keep that fucking camera out of my dad's face or it'll become my job to make your stay as uncomfortable as possible. Got it?"

Dana took a step back as Kjiersten turned her back on the greenhorn and hopped back on the boat. She watched as the Hansen girl joined her family, made some gesture back at the camerawoman, said something to Norm, rolled her eyes at his answer, and headed back to the stack. When Dana clambered back aboard, still not at the mastery level that Don and the crew were, Jake was the only one to even glance her way; even that was cursory and dismissal.

They worked in relative silence other than the occasional shout for directions. Edgar, Jake, and Kjiersten made it a point to cut Dana out, keeping their back to her and brushing off her questions. She looked helplessly to Don when he hopped onto the deck like he had been doing it his whole life, but he was about to wage the seasonal battle with Sig about where the captain's camera would be and had no time to dig her out of the hole she had fallen into. In fact, he didn't notice the problems on deck until he came into the wheelhouse to find Norman and Sig shaking their heads and muttering in Norwegian.

"You," Sig pointed at him, giving him the Hansen glare that he was all-too-familiar with. Then, he pointed out the window. "Deal with her."

"What did she do?" he frowned, craning his neck to look at the deck. They had just finished stacking the pots; Jake was heading in to help shelve the groceries, and Edgar and Kjiersten were leaning against the rail to look out at the water as she vented about something or other.

"Doesn't matter," Sig shook his head and glanced at Norman. "My niece is not going to pull another duck and cover because of something she said. Neither is anyone else. You got it?"

Don sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The camera war would have to be waged later. Right now, he had to find out what the hell was going on. Sig haled Dana into the galley so Don could talk to her, leaving Kjiersten and Edgar alone on deck.

"I can't believe they assigned another camerawoman to the fleet. What the fuck?"

"It worked on the Time Bandit," Edgar shrugged, brushing something off of his sleeve into the water.

"That only worked because Chris and Andy are the most amazing couple to walk the earth. You can't reasonably expect anything like that to happen here, unless you plan on falling in love with her."

He laughed and gave his niece a playful shove. "I think I'll pass. Honestly, though, I'm surprised we didn't get Chris to start with, seeing as we've got you and all."

"You know what?" Kjiersten grumbled, running her hands through her hair hurriedly. "I love the girl, but I'm glad we didn't. Girls fuck shit up on boats."

"Can we think about that statement for a minute?" Kjiersten whacked him in the stomach as he laughed at her. "Seriously! Especially considering how well Chris is doing, shouldn't you be Dana's #1 One fan right now? If she hadn't fucked up…somehow…I mean."

"No way. You guys are used to me, and I know what I have to do to get by on the boat. You don't realize all the female shit I keep under wraps for you guys."

"Oh yeah?" he challenged with a smirk. "Like what?"

"You do realize that once a trip, minimum, I bleed from my vagina for about a week right?"

Edgar lurched. "Could you…no, hey!" He regained his composure and gave her the pointed look he gave when giving orders. "Don't use that word again. Not while I'm…alive."

"What, vagina? Somehow, I think the slang might be worse, Uncle Eddie."

Edgar glared but silently decided she was right. "Just watch your mouth, and never refer to…that…again. Ever. As for whatever point you're making, no, it never occurred to me."

"Exactly. I keep it totally under wraps out of respect for you guys. I have a plan. She won't even think of that stuff."

"Well, teach her. Show her the ropes."

"I will for some things. But so much is just second nature. I don't think about it, or you guys are used to me doing shit that will suddenly be really awkward from her. I'm in a position to have a lot of freedoms taken away here! I may never be able to strip down to my cami in the wet room again!"

"You do that now?" Edgar frowned at her.

"Exactly," Kjiersten pushed herself off the rail and headed in to find her dad. She threw a hand up in the air halfway across the deck and announced, "This is gonna blow."