Kjiersten wrapped her arms around Josh's waist as she snuck up behind him. He started in her arms and cut off what he was saying to look at her. His face widened to a grin and he shifted so she was beside him with an arm over her shoulders, exposing her fully to Norman.

"We were just talking about you."

"I suspected," she nodded. "Everything alright?"

Josh shrugged. "Good on my end. I've gotta call about some repairs. She," he cocked a thumb towards the boat, "keeps falling apart."

"Have fun with that. I'll see you tonight?" she murmured, thankful for his subtle excuse to leave them alone. Of course Josh knew what it was like to need time alone with your dad.

"I'll be there," he assured her. With a swift kiss, he climbed onto his boat and headed in.

Both Hansens were silent for a moment, shuffling their feet anxiously until Norman spoke. "I'm sorry."

"No, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed about how I treated you."

"I deserved it."

"You didn't. You were never trying to keep him away from me; you just wanted to protect me. I understand that now."

"He makes you happy?"

"He does."

"Who was I to try and stop that?" he shrugged. "You love him."

"I do."

"Wasn't a question."

"I know," she mumbled, blushing at her shoes.

"He loves you. You're good for him. For the whole family. Jake looks better."

"He's doing that on his own," she corrected, eyes still focused on her shoes.

"No, he's not. He looks up to you."

"Dad," she shook her head and blushed deeper, "stop."

"Just sayin'. You've made a whole life for yourself. Hardly need me anymore."

"Oh, Daddy!" she laughed and threw her arms around him. "I'll always need you!" They hugged for a while, both apologizing for the events of the past month in the best way they knew how. When they pulled away, everything was forgiven; that was just their way.

"Do me a favor?" He nodded at her. "Talk to Dana."

"Since when do you tell me to talk to her? You don't like her."

"She's growing on me. And you love her. She's already here, anyway, so patch that up soon."

"Who says I love her?" he challenged playfully.

Kjiersten grinned and bumped his elbow with hers. "I know things. C'mon, I'll help carry your stuff."

With that, she grabbed one of his bags and walked to the boat with him just as if no time had passed at all. She helped him drop his stuff in their stateroom, but as soon as she saw Dana grab her camera to do some pre-season interviews, she shoved Norman towards the deck.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" he demanded.

"Speak to her," she ordered. "You sort your shit out with that woman."

"I don't think I appreciate your tone," Norman frowned as he was unceremoniously forced out onto the deck.

"I don't think I care," she countered. "I'll be around. Watching you," she pointed to her eyes then to him. "Always watching." Norman laughed as she slammed the door shut behind him, effectively sealing him out on deck so he couldn't see her run up to join her uncle in the wheelhouse.

"Well, now, what do I owe this visit to?" Sig raised his head from his charts as she dropped into Don's normal seat.

"I'm spying on my dad. Have you talked to Dana yet?"

"You're gonna have to be more specific. We've talked about several things. You might not have noticed, but as the captain of this boat, people kind of have to talk to me."

"That's a no," Kjiersten decided, leaning back from the window. Sig could tell by the look on her face that whatever she'd been looking for wasn't happening. She heaved a sigh and started pulling her hair back in a ponytail as she asked, "Any objection to me popping over to the Cornelia for a bit? Nope? Awesome, you're the best!"

"Now, you wait a second," Sig began, but she threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his forehead right where his hairline started, a move she'd been doing ever since she was a little kid and had to stand up on his lap to reach the spot. It melted his resolve every damn time. He sighed in defeat. "Be back soon, huh? We do actually work on this boat, you know."

She grinned at him. "Oh, it is so good to be back home."

Even though he'd never put stock in those cliché lines before, Norman actually felt his heart skip a beat when Dana breezed by him on deck. He caught the faintest whiff of that lavender shampoo she used as she passed, running towards Don to help him with a camera that was about to crash onto the deck, and his body had a physical reaction to it. Before he even had time to mentally process that she'd just passed by, he'd stopped moving and turned to watch her grab the camera so Don could try to wrench it into place. He blocked out the sounds of other crews yelling to each other and hauling supplies across the dock to hear her laugh at whatever comment Don grunted out and quip her own response back at him. If Edgar hadn't come up from the engine room, swearing over something or other, Norman might have crossed the deck to her. Maybe. Instead, he offered a hand to his little brother since that girl of his had already flown the coop again. Edgar refused before disappearing inside with a cloud of curses following him.

A few minutes later, Kjiersten breezed by from the wheelhouse. Norman frowned at her. "I didn't know you were still here."

"I'm not," she grunted, hopping the rail. "I'm on the Cornelia Marie. See you later."

"Behave," he called after her. She flashed her hand in what was either a thumb-up or the middle finger; it was too quick for him to tell.

The exchanged earned laughter from Dana and Don, who had apparently resolved their camera issue. "Sometimes I wonder about your family unit," Don grinned. Norman laughed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Seriously. With that strict discipline style? No wonder Kjiersten's so shy and timid."

"Shut up," Norman laughed. "She only walks all over us 'cuz we know she's a good kid. If she was as stupid as you, we'd actually try to keep her in line."

"Watch it now," Dana pointed with mock menace. "That's my producer you're talking about."

Norman opened his mouth to say something back to her, try to get a conversation going between them even if it was over something so trivial, but Sig chose that moment to come out of the wheelhouse. He stood overlooking the deck, saw his brother, and struck the oldest-brother-pose that Norman and Edgar used to mock behind his back as children. Hands on hips, chest out, legs shoulder-width apart, wind conveniently blowing his hair back, condescending grin.

"Norm, think you and Junior can stack these pots just the two of you?" Norm looked at the pots on deck that still needed stacked on the boat and then shrugged at his brother. "If you need the help, Matt's around somewhere, too." There was a pause as no one moved, then Sig announced, "Well…get to it!", and left Norman with no choice but to go hunt Jake and Matt down.