One Week Later...
Karen was sitting in the wheelhouse of the Northwestern , her eyes constantly scanning the deck of the boat, watching the 5 guys on deck as the waves were spilling over the side of the boat. She had finally settled the score with Edgar, so much so, he decided it wasn't worth it to retaliate. In fact, he decided it was worthwhile to get on her good side. She found that she enjoyed the company of all the guys on the boat.
She had heard that after the guys on the Cornelia Marie gave Brice a "Bering Sea Baptism", he settled down and proverbially threw the rule book out the window. Apparently he was having the time of his life. Over on the Time Bandit, Johnny was no longer sea sick and was settled into a routine and loving every minute of it. Bob was enjoying his time with the guys on the Wizard .
She looked over to see Sig also scanning the deck and watching the waves as the rolled one right after another, the Discovery cameraman taping his every move. I don't envy him that job, she thought, turning her attention back out to the deck. Being the captain and having to watch 5 guys plus a paramedic was too much responsibility for her. Plus he was keeping an eye on the Discovery guys. But she knew Sig loved what he did.
Slowly, she stood and stretched, realizing how cramped she really was from sitting for almost 4 hours. "Sig, I think I'm going to run out and check on the guys. I'll start some food too," she said, grabbing her sweater off the back of the chair.
Sig diverted his attention briefly to the young paramedic. "Okay, but be careful and stay near the house. That deck is sloppy and I don't want you to get hurt." That being said, Sig returned his attention back to the choppy sea.
Karen mearly nodded and left the wheelhouse, the cameraman taking the seat that she had just vacated.
She went into the ready room and got dressed in as many layers as she could get on, plus her rain gear and boots. She opened the door, the cold salty air hitting her square in the face.
"Hey, look who decided to leave the wheelhouse!" Matt yelled, throwing a couple of juvy crabs overboard.
"Yeah, I'm here. Just checking to make sure you guys are okay and to let you know I will be cooking tonight."
"I'm fine, now that you are on deck!" Jake yelled as he got into the pot and secured the bait.
Karen grinned, watching the guys with a critical eye. It was so cold out in sea air. They were moving fast around the deck, doing their assigned tasks.
The guys were so excited; they were pulling up full pots of "red gold" or king crab and literally stuffing their tanks.
Karen was about to head in when the pot launcher buzzer sounded without letting up. The 5 men on deck looked up quickly and ran for the house.
"Run Karen! Hurry, there's a wave coming!" Edgar yelled. Karen seemed to be frozen in place. The camera guy was running with the fisherman.
All of a sudden, a massive wave engulfed the back end of the Northwestern, almost rolling it.
The wave receded, the deck empty of any life.