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Meanwhile, on the Cornelia Marie...
Craig Brice was sitting on the port side, looking out the window at the raging sea. He was worried about his fellow firefighters. He had heard over the radio that Gage and Summers had been injured along with a couple fishermen just a few hours ago. It may have seemed like he didn't care about others on the outside, but deep down he was worried sick.
Despite the fact that he was known as the "walking rulebook" in LA, he felt like he had let himself unwind on this trip. Being dunked into the cold Bering Sea for a few moment sort of sped that along. He smiled inwardly as he realized that he was enjoying himself. Until he found out about the rogue waves that had almost claimed the lives of the crew on deck of the Northwestern and almost capsized the Time Bandit.
He had taken up sitting in the co-captains' chair, his mind in turmoil as he watched the still raging storm in the sea. His thoughts kept going back to his friends and fellow paramedics that had been hurt. He kept saying a prayer for them.
What he didn't know was that Captain Phil Harris kept glancing over at him, along with the cameraman. Craig had started out as a pain in the ass, but after he had lightened up it seemed like the whole crew got to like him. Even Josh and Jake hung out with him. But after hearing his friends on the Northwestern and Time Bandit had been injured, Craig had started a silent vigil looking out over the rough waters of the sea.
Phil looked back out over the sea himself. He realized he couldn't blame the man; he was worried about Andy, Ed and Jake along with the two paramedics too. He was praying that they had been helped in time.
"Do you think they are okay?" Phil looked over to see Craig's worried eyes piercing him. He glanced back over the sea once more before replying, "Yeah, I think they are. Believe me, Jonathan, Andy and Sig are excellent captains. They'll make sure your friends are okay."
"I hope so," Craig replied, again looking out at the treacherous sea that had almost claimed his friends lives.
What Craig didn't know was that his partner Bob was doing the same thing on the Wizard. Bob had been up in the wheelhouse, helping Keith keep an eye on the crew on deck as they were pulling in pots. When he had heard that not only had Johnny been injured, but Karen as well, he was beside himself with worry.
So far his time on the Wizard had been a great experience. Seeing how laid back he was, he seemed to mesh into life on the boat. He enjoyed getting out on the deck and helping the guys when he could. Bob was enjoying this assignment immensely, and glad that he had been sent. He even laughed heartily with Keith as Phil regaled them with what the crew of the Cornelia Marie had done to his partner. As far as he knew, Craig had lightened up after that. He hoped that it would continue even when they got back to LA.
Bob was still looking out over the choppy sea, thinking, when a voice cut into his thoughts. "Are you okay over there?"
Bob looked over to see Monte and Keith looking at him. "Yeah, I think so. I am just really worried about my friends."
"Yeah, we all are. No matter how careful we captains are, sometimes a rogue wave hits when we least expect it. Its a dangerous job out here," Monte said, sitting on the bench behind his brother.
"I know about danger. I've been looking danger straight in the face for a few years now. I just hope they are all okay," Bob replied, glancing down at the deck again.
"They will be. Just have the faith. I'm sure we'll hear something by morning about them," Keith said, glancing over again at Bob.
"I hope we do. The worry alone is killing me," Bob replied, looking at the captain and his brother. He then looked back out over the sea and continued to watch the storm.