***Norman gets a little OC this chapter, which I apologize for, but I felt the scene called for it. Everyone acts a little uncharacteristically sometimes, right? I didn't mean to go a week without posting (I really try to keep on top of that, I swear), but time kind of got away from me. I still own nothing to do with Deadliest Catch or Discover or any of that, and, as always, I welcome your comments and reviews. Thanks for reading!***

"So, babe, don't be mad at me."

"What did you do?" Josh smirked into the phone, knowing that whatever came out of Kjiersten's mouth next was going to give him a heart attack. Kjiersten briefly considered lying, but Edgar and Sig were both holding her coffee hostage until she fessed up, and she was too cold and tired to fight them for it.

"I might possibly have maybe jumped overboard to save someone's life and I swear I'm totally okay so you shouldn't freak out or anything but I thought you should know and listen to me I'm totally safe YAY!" she announced in one quick breath. Josh stayed silent for a moment on his end of the phone. The silence bugged her as several quick scenarios ran through her mind, so she bounced her leg up and down as she waited impatiently for his reaction.

Finally, he sighed, and she knew that meant he was messaging his forehead and eyes in that way he did when he was absorbing news. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Nope."

"Did you save him?"

"Her, actually, and, yes, Dana's doing just fine. So am I, thanks for your concern," she rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Oh, don't even," he chuckled. "I know you're fine or else your uncles would have called instead of making you do it."

"Who says they made me call?" she challenged.

"You wouldn't have called on your own. Don't even play that game."

"You might be correct," she admitted. "BUT, I look like a marshmallow right now. Seriously, I have three pairs of sweatpants, two long sleeved shirts, a t-shirt, a hoodie, a blanket, two gloves on each hand, and three pairs of socks. I feel like a whale."

"I want pictures."

"Most people want pictures of their girlfriend without clothes on."

"Okay, this conversation is so over," Sig reached for the phone, but she flinched away and batted at his hand. He laughed as her padded hand hit his and let her continue.

"Okay, Uncle Sig's making me hang up, and I really need to pee anyway. They just wanted you to know how amazing I was today."

"I'm sure they wanted me to know how stupid you were, actually."

"Shut up," she wrinkled her nose. "Love you. G'bye."

"Wait." She paused and put the phone back to her ear. "You were amazing today, babe. And I love you, too. Now stop being an idiot."

Dana's teeth chattered as she pulled her blanket even more tightly around herself and watched Kjiersten amble through the galley with her hands firmly clamped around the coffee mug she'd won back from her uncles. She passed by without a word, came back a bit later without her hoodie and gloves, and finally noticed Dana sitting there. The young girl paused when they made eye contact, offered a weak smile, and shook her head.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dana frowned. Kjiersten opened her mouth to say something but instead forced down a sip of coffee when Norman came down from the wheelhouse. Immediately, Kjiersten's gaze hit the floor to avoid the glare he sent her way, and she squeezed against the wall so he had enough room to get past her. As soon as he was, she scooted up the steps into the wheelhouse and left the two alone in the galley.

He was about to breeze by Dana but instead stopped and hung in front of the table, gaze on the ceiling, for a few seconds. When he did turn to her, she understood why Kjiersten had made such a quick exit. She'd never seen him angry before, but this must be what it looked like.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" she frowned slowly, looking first at him, then at the kitchen as she thought about how wonderful something to drink would be. As if he could read her mind, he stalked by, grabbed a water bottle, uncapped it, stalked back, and shoved it at her. "Thank you…?"

"Is the baby mine?"

"Oh." Even though she immediately wanted to ask how falling overboard made him figure out the secret she felt she'd kept rather well, she kept that question to herself. Somehow, she just didn't think it would be the right thing to say. "Yes. It's yours."

"Dammit, Dana, why the hell didn't you tell me?"

She flinched when he smacked his palm off the table and turned away from her. What right did he have to be angry? Wasn't she the one that just got washed into the Bering Sea, for Christ's sake? The only thing he could think to do now was yell at her? Really? No, that was not alright. "And when was I supposed to tell you, Norm?" she countered. "You've barely said three words to me this whole trip!"

"I just sat down with you before this string, and you wouldn't talk to me!"

"Because I'm tired of you playing games with me! You can treat me like shit and I'll probably take it, but no way in hell will I have you doing that to my child."

"Oh, so it's just your child now? Since when can you even have a baby?"

"They said it was a long shot, not impossible. Clearly, you never listened to me closely."

"Well, maybe if you actually told me important things, maybe that you were pregnant with my child, then, I'd pay attention!"

"Why would I sign up to have you pull me in and push me away whenever you feel like it? I don't need that, and neither does our child!"

"Don't. You know I'm not like that," he growled, slapping his hands onto the table so he could lean across towards her.

"No, I don't know that," she shook her head, refusing to lean away from his looming face. "What have you done to prove you're not like that?"

"You know I'm a good father."

"Oh, no, you're an amazing father. But, from what I'm seeing, you're a pretty shitty man to love! I don't want my child to be raised by someone who's so torn about what he wants in life; it's not fair to the kid. You need to figure out what you want."

"I want to know why the hell you came fishing when you're pregnant!"

"Because it was the only way to get you to act like I was alive!"

In the wheelhouse, Sig and Edgar all flinched and shared a look before staring back at the waves crashing on deck, and Kjiersten joined them in sighing heavily as she talked to her aunt on the sat phone. Matt rolled over in his bunk and forced his pillow over his head. Jake shoved his headphones in tightly and cranked the volume, and Nick sighed and shook his head, wishing he could be as absorbed in his book as that boy was in his music. None of them wanted to hear any more of the fight echoing through the entire fishing vessel, cutting above even the sounds of the raging storm outside.

"When we offload, you're getting off this boat and going home. You shouldn't be out here." Norman shook his head. With one final slap of the table and glare, he stormed towards his stateroom.

Dana yelled, "I'm staying on this boat until we figure this shit out!" at his retreating back, so, to have the last word, he whirled around in his doorway and snapped, "Stop being such a fucking child!" and disappeared with a slam.