***Well, since I was up most of the night anyway, I wrote some more. Hope you all enjoy. As always, thanks so much for reading and reviewing, and I obviously own nothing to do with Deadliest Catch. Would I be writing this stuff otherwise?***

Dana was absolutely exhausted, but the work showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Of course she had been briefed on how intense a crab season could get, and Don had just lectured her the other day about the dangers of being on deck during long hauls, but she had no idea her body would feel this run-down while they were dumping the very first string. It felt like her very bones ached, the camera adding an extra ton on her shoulder, but the crew was running around the deck like elementary school children, as if they hadn't been out for the past six hours.

Edgar laughed as Kjiersten used a spot of water to slide up to him and fake a punch to his chest. He retaliated with a fake elbow to her stomach, and she recoiled as if he had actually made contact. She narrowed her eyes playfully and came back with a karate chop to the throat. He clutched at his neck and stumbled a few steps until he felt his foot hit the coiler, sank into a crouch, and dropped down to his knees.

"You got me, Tyke!" he announced in a gravelly, pathetic voice. "Tell Sig…"

"Tell him what?" she crouched so she was next to Edgar, ear cocked towards him.

"Tell him…I love…his wife."

"That's enough!" Sig's voice cracked over the hailer. "We've still got 20 pots to get off this boat!"

"Uncle Sig!" Kjiersten turned towards the wheelhouse, and Dana couldn't help but smile at the rosy-red blush across her cheeks from the cold wind coming off of the water. The girl was truly the beauty of the family, even if she was bulked and layered to the point of hiding all signs of womanhood at the moment. She had those glittering deep blue eyes, the narrowed chin, and the same high forehead of her family. They looked good on a woman, Dana decided, even if that woman was a complete bitch. "Come on! Give us time to mourn!"

"Yeah!" Edgar piped up. "Let them mourn my fucking death! Have some compassion!"

There was a pause as Sig presumably laughed at his family. "They can mourn when the pots are gone. Deal?"

Edgar and Kjiersten flashed thumbs-up, and she gave her uncle a hand to pull him to his feet. Dana was standing next to Norman at the hydro controls, but instead of questioning him, she pointed the camera at Jake on the bait station.

"Is the deck always like this?"

Jake looked up with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. He focused on the camera and smiled, the shock gone as quickly as it came. "This? Naw, no way. Enjoy the jokes while you can; we'll be at each other's throats in a few hours."

"Fuckin-a!" Kjiersten swore as a crab grabbed her thumb. She swung her hand and flung the poor creature onto the deck as her dad and uncle laughed at her. She flipped them both off and went back to sorting, muttering under her breath. Edgar stopped laughing instantly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," she muttered, looking up at him with only her eyes.

"Didn't sound like nothing," he insisted. She shook her head, sucked in a deep breath, turned her eyes back to the table, and let out her air as she shoved a few females aside. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say nothing. Drop it."

"Kjiersten," Norman said sternly. She stopped what she was doing at that point and snapped her head up to meet her dad's glare with an equally defiant one. They matched gazes for a minute until she finally broke and went back to work. Dana looked back and forth between the two of them and Edgar, but it seemed that whatever had just passed was done and behind them. The rest of crew fell silent during the exchange, but Matt broke the silence by holding up one of the larger crabs.

"Look at this one!" he announced. "Hate to see a man like this go without a fight."

"That one put up enough fight for both of 'em," Kjiersten smirked, motioning to the troublemaker on the deck. Jake laughed at that as they went to their positions for the next pot.

Kjiersten grabbed the hook, waited for Sig to pull up to the next pot, and snagged the line. Dana winced as the buoys caught on the camera she'd mounted on the pulleys, but the crew didn't give her the shit she expected. Edgar helped Kjiersten fight with the line until it was in the coiler, and they went back to work as if nothing had happened. She turned back to filming with the distinct feeling she had just dodged a bullet. They put the pot in the dogs, and Dana lined up so she could get a good shot of the pot dumping onto the table.

"Woah," Kjiersten held a hand up, and the pot didn't budge an inch. "Not here." She shook her head at Dana and pointed to a spot on the side of the table. "Film over there. If the dogs slip and you're standing here, you'll be a pancake."

"Sorry," Dana mumbled, shifting to where Kjiersten had pointed.

"You didn't know," the girl shrugged, waving her dad on. "Every greenhorn does it at some point."

Sure enough, three pots later, the dogs did slip, and Dana was glad she had been corrected earlier. The crew all let out shouts and yelps as they jumped away from the table, and Sig was immediately on the hailer.

"What the fuck was that? Get your fucking heads in the fucking game or someone's gonna end up dead out there!"

Edgar shot a withering look in Sig's direction before helping to right the pot. Crabs had been crushed, and tempers had flared, but this seemed like something fairly routine on the Northwestern.

"We need to fix that one day," Edgar told Kjiersten, who grunted in response. They'd been saying that for years, and you could see just how far they'd gotten with the project.

A few hours later, they had set a full string over one of their successful test strings, and the crew headed inside for a well-deserved break. Matt had slipped off deck a bit earlier to get some food going, and the galley smelled like sausage when Dana walked in. Everyone was stripping off their raingear in the wet room, and she followed their cues. Kjiersten pulled her hoodie and t-shirt over her head and reached for the bottom of her underarmor, but thought better of it. Instead, she grabbed her top two layers and dumped them on the floor in the galley before plopping into a seat.

"Dad?" she called as Norm walked by. "Could you grab me a shirt?" He nodded, picked up her clothes, and headed into their stateroom. He re-entered the galley a few minutes later in a clean variation of the sweats-and-hoodie uniform of a crabber and handed her a grey Cornelia Marie tee that she promptly threw on as Matt set a plate of sausage and toast in front of her. "Yum. Thanks, Matt."

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he nodded. "Everyone else has to get their own."

"Stop hitting on my niece," Edgar scolded as he helped himself. "It's creepy."

Dana marveled at the family atmosphere in the room, not just among the Hansen's but with the whole crew. In a different setting, the way Kjiersten smacked Jake's arm could have looked flirty, the glare between Matt and Nick would have seemed threatening, and the scolding from Edgar would have seemed condescending. Here, though, it all seemed to fit. It was all part of some big puzzle that clicked into place. She noticed, though, that Norman never seemed to join in. He sort of floated on the outside, with only the occasional gesture from his brother or daughter to bring him into the conversation until he let himself drift back out. This man didn't seem to belong, like the piece that doesn't quite look right even though you know it's in the right place.

Eventually, the crew drifted off to their own areas of the boat. Most went to sleep, but Kjiersten filled a plate with food to take up to Sig, and Edgar and Norm followed. Edgar had wheel watch next, and Norm was looking forward to a break from the studious gaze of this new camerawoman. He felt like he was under a microscope when she was around, and it wasn't a feeling he particularly liked.

"Eat up," Kjiersten ordered, shoving the plate under her uncle's nose. Sig took it and the cup of coffee Edgar handed him without looking up from the water. Edgar stole the extra chair, Norman sat on the bench and leaned back against the wall, and Kjiersten sat next to him so she could rest her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and rested his head on top of hers.

"How's it feel out there?" Sig asked between mouthfuls.

"Like a storm's coming," Edgar grunted, running a hand through his hair. "Way too calm."

"Wind's pretty fast," Norman agreed.

"What d'you think of Dana?"

Edgar snorted. "She's coming along. Slowly, but she's getting there. Couple rookie mistakes, but nothing crazy bad. Yet."

"She stares at me. A lot. It's weird," Kjiersten wrinkled her nose. "You, too," she added, rolling her head up to look at Norman. Norman and Edgar nodded.

"I think she's just trying to take it all in. Figure us out," Norman suggested.

"Or she's creepy."

"KJ," Sig scolded. "Claws in."

"I'm being nice! I haven't done anything to her!"

"You threatened to make her life a living hell before we even left port," Edgar pointed out. "But, you were good with her on deck today."

"I only threatened her because she upset Dad," Kjiersten rolled her eyes. "Which he still won't explain to me."

"Nothing happened," Norm insisted in a tone that implied he had said this dozens of times. "Forget it."

"Dad," she raised her eyebrows, "come on. What'd she do? I'd like to at least know why I hate the chick."

"Hate?" he raised his eyebrows right back at her. They shared a look for a long, silent moment, broke, and went back to the position they'd been in before. Edgar and Sig smirked at their brother and niece, always amazed by their silent conversations. While Kjiersten might swear and yell like one of them, she was truly her father's daughter, and it was never more evident than in moments like this.

"I'm gonna go get some sleep," she muttered, gently pushing herself off of Norman's chest. "See you losers later."

"Takes one to know one!" Sig called after her, chuckling to himself. Edgar smirked and stood up, motioning for Sig to get out of his way.

"She's got the right idea. You two go get some sleep so someone can kick me out of this chair in a few hours."