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Emily stands at the rail, watching the seas stir as the skies darken... A brutally chill wind lashes at her face, whipping her long hair... She turns and huddles over to light a smoke... She turns back to the rail, looking out over the blue-steel Bering Sea as her father Captain Mark steers the Astral Sky closer to the King Crab grounds.
It's almost opening day of her greenhorn crab season... She takes a long drag, feeling the menthol burn deep in her lungs... One of the 4 other deckhands yells... "Greenhorn, ge your fucking ass back here and cut cod for the pots... your bait station is waiting for you... Don't think you're getting off easy because daddy is up in the wheelhouse... and don't think we're gonna be nice. Carry your weight or shit will get real hard...
She stands a few more seconds... "no use acting all obedient for these guys..." she thinks to herself. She flicks the cigarette but over the rail and walks slowly to the bait station under the wheel house, not regarding any of the 4 male deckhands standing smirking and grinning...
No worries boys, I won't make you look bad on the first string... She gets busy cutting bait... forcing back a gag at the smell of the frozen cod blocks