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The Northwestern was 2 weeks into the grind and the Bering Sea had not been kind to them. The weather was unbearably cold, the boat was constantly frosting over with ice, and Sig was mercilessly grinding them in to dirt. "The faster we work, the faster we get home." That was his theme pep-talk for the Opilio Season and everyone was growing sick of hearing it. The only positive to this trip was that again the Northwestern was on good crab and good numbers making this season a bit more bearable.

The Northwestern crew had just finished setting their last string of pots in to the Bering Sea and would be rewarded time to eat, shower and sleep. Everyone stepped inside the wet room and removed their gear wordlessly, feeling beaten down by the bad weather and the dictator in the wheelhouse. Matt immediately headed for the shower while Nick and Edgar went to their staterooms and all but collapsed on to their beds. Jake started cooking himself something to eat and Norman went up to the wheelhouse to take over for Sig. Gia waited in the galley patiently for Matt to finish washing. When he emerged 15 minutes later Gia immediately stepped inside, stripped off all her clothes and took a nice hot 10 minute shower. She'd forgotten to bring clothes with her, so she wrapped a towel around herself and ran from the bathroom and in to her stateroom, but not with out first earning a whistle from Jake, who was sitting at the galley table. Gia rolled her eyes and laughed before shutting the door behind her. She flipped on the light and saw Edgar sleeping with his mouth hanging open and no shirt on. Gia quickly searched for what she'd wear for the night and decided on a thermal shirt and pants, a pair of sweats to go over the thermal pants, another long sleeve shirt and a New York Yankees hoodie and two pairs of socks. Gia glanced over to Edgar and placed his blankets over his exposed chest, before turning off the light.

Gia decided while she was in the shower, that she'd go and straighten things out with Norman once and for all. During the past two weeks he'd still continued to ignore her and Gia wondered if his rejection attracted her to him that much more. If that was the case, then Gia thought she must be twisted in her head and might need to see a therapist after this season was over. She saw Jake still sitting in the galley looking at some skater's magazine and listening to his ipod. Gia reached the stairs to the wheelhouse and stood stairing up at them. She took a deep breath when Jake suddenly said

"Good luck."

Gia turned around to see Jake smiling at her. She returned his smile and knowing he wouldn't be able to hear her because of his music she mouthed the words

"Love you."

He mouthed it back to her and then returned his attention to his magazine. Gia took one more breath and decided that she needed to stop stalling. It was now or never, she told herself and made her way up the stairs. When she made it to the top of the stairs her gaze immediately fell on to the captain's chair which had a very tired Norman sitting in it, rubbing his eyes wearily. Gia briefly entertained the idea of turning around and leaving as if she'd never even been there but that idea was completely shot to hell when Norman's gaze landed on her. He stared at her for a moment before returning his sights to the sea in front of him. Gia took yet again another deep breath and walked over to Norman. He still didn't look at her and Gia found it discouraging, but knew that he did have to pay attention to what was going on in front of him especially with the kind of weather they were experiencing. Gia said a silent prayer and cleared her throat nervously before speaking.

"Norman, can I talk to you."

He continued to face forward but nodded his head 'yes'. Gia took this as a good sign and felt slightly encouraged.

"I want to tell you what really happened between me and Edgar. We never slept together. Atleast we didn't have sex anyway. I promise. I wouldn't do that. Not just to you, but to myself. I'm not like that."

"I know."

Gia gaped at him and Norman finally looked to her, his gaze even.

"What do you mean you know?"

"Edgar told me."

"He did?"

"Yeah, a couple weeks after the season ended. Came to my house and barged in like he owned the place." Norman said and rolled his eyes at the memory before continuing "Anyway he told me everything that happened."

"And you believed him? Just like that? I almost killed myself trying to explain everything to you and you shut me down without a seconds thought. Suddenly Edgar says he wants to explain what happened and your all ears?" Gia said, getting visibly upset. She couldn't believe Norman had let Edgar off the hook so easily but she had to practically beg for him to hear her out, whiched he'd flatly refused to do.

"No, I didn't believe him right away." Norman said, sensing her anger "I thought it was bullshit at first. I mean you two hated eachother, HATED eachother and all of the sudden he was in your bed trying to console you. How was I supposed to believe that?"

"Well what made you?" Gia asked, confused and Norman gave her a suddenly sad look.

"He showed me an artical online about your friend. In it they'd mentioned your name, saying how close you two were growing up, basically sisters. They even showed a picture of you two when you were kids at some amuesment park. That's when I finally believed him.

Gia stared at him, anger racing through her body like never before. She literally felt her body temperature rising, making her cheeks hot. Norman saw the change in her demeanor and immediately grew worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked cautiously. That was all it took to set Gia off.

"Whats wrong? How the hell can you ask me "What's wrong?" Gia was already yelling at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard her.

"Keep your voice down!" Norman hissed, clearly getting uncomfotable and not wanting her to draw attention to the wheelhouse.

"Don't you fucking tell me to keep my voice down!"

"What the hell is your problem?" Norman asked, feeling his own temper rising.

"I'll tell you what my problem is." Gia said, without hesitation "You! You're my problem! Here I was beating myself up for these past months, trying to get you to forgive me for something I didn't even do! And what pisses me off the most is that eventually you did find out the truth and you were still walking around with this chip on your shoulder! You should have called me, you should have apologized and tried to make things right with us! But you didn't and to this day you still treat me like I did something wrong!"

"Because you should have came to me first! Why the hell did you need my brother to crawl in your bed and comfort you through the night. I was your boyfriend, right? I was the one asking you constantly to tell me what was wrong, right? But you shut me out! You were "fine", you said. "Nothing's wrong", you told me. But there was something wrong. And the first person you go running to is my little brother, the one, who incase you forgot, treated you like dog shit since the moment you came on this boat!" Norman shouted, his face turning red.

"Let's get something straight Norman, okay? I didn't "go running to" your brother. He heard me crying and he came to me and comforted me. I didn't choose him over you. We happen to share a stateroom and he heard me break down when I thought he was already asleep."

"You still should have told me what was going on. I was supposed to be your boyfriend." Norman said, not willing to budge.

"God Norman, how far is your head up your own ass? My friend died, ok. My very best friend, my sister.." Gia felt hot tears falling down her face now and her voice trembled slightly but she still continued on. " She died and I will never get her back. I will never see her again. I was in pain and I was hurting and your brother helped me through my first rough night. I understand that you feel like you should have been the one to do it but you weren't, so get over it. Everything doesn't revolve around you and your feelings. You keep saying you were supposed to be my boyfriend but you wouldn't even be there for me. You wouldn't take the time out to hear me, because you were so wrapped up in yourself. A relationship is about two people Norman."

Gia took a moment to catch her breath and wipe her eyes. Norman regarded her with a hard look but said nothing.

"I can't believe all of the shit you put me through. All the shit I put myself through for you and you're not even worth it. The minute you found out about my friend you should've got in touch with me. Called me, came to see me, whatever. Someone I loved died and in the end your biggest concern was that I didn't tell you first. Are you fucking serious? You saw me in pain these past few months, you saw me reach out to you and you turned me away like I was nothing. I can't even begin to wrap my head around how selfish you are."

Gia took another steadying breath and wiped away the last of her tears before she said

"I don't want anything to do with you anymore Norman Hansen. These past few months have shown me alot and I have lost all faith and belief in you. You are not the man I thought you were."

And with that Gia turned and walked towards the staircase. Before descending them she gave Norman one last look which he still returned with a hard glare. Only when she said one last thing before parting down the stairs, did Norman's expression change from hard and stubborn to gentle and remorseful.

"I can't believe the first person I ever fell with was you... And you weren't even worth it."