Tiny was a ghost as I helped Herron and Shadow secure things to the deck. I wasn’t sure where Jameson had gone, and the distraction kept my eyes from the task at hand.
“Why wasn’t there some kind of warning or advisory?” I asked, tying down another rope.
“We provide those weather advisories, kid,” Smithy growled.
“She came in quick!” Shadow added, barely discernible over the howling winds.
Water ricocheted from the deck as a giant wave that sounded more like a bomb exploding than actual water, hit us. A window broke with the force, and the boat rocked again with such strength that we all lost our footing and slid to the edge.
I was just able to see Smoky fighting to free his leg from a crab pot as another wave pelted us.
Shadow bellowed for us to get below deck, and I watched him crawl in the direction of Smoky, who was fighting wildly as the ropes began racing through the pulleys.
“Go, Beaches!” Shadow yelled as I ran and slid beside Smoky.
I reached for my knife, my thumb brushing against the release. My blade sliced through the rope, freeing him seconds before the crab pot was swallowed into the ocean.
So much adrenaline was pumping through me that my muscles shook. I felt as though every single one of my senses was heightened and literally vibrating inside of me. Shortly after, I felt sick and ready to sleep for days, but in that moment, that very second, I saw Smoky’s fear transition into a mix of gratitude and awe, starting a new beginning for me. I felt the words my mom had once told me about the rush of saving someone’s life. It was more addictive than tattoos, or chasing skirts, or raising my batting average.
By the end of crabbing season, Jameson told me he was done. He couldn’t take the storms, the hours, or the grueling labor any longer, and proposed that I go with him, promising we would continue looking for my dad. I was friends with the other guys on the boat in the same way one would when forced to be with the same people day in and day out over a long period of time. However, Jameson had become my brother.
I rationalized with myself that as long as I continued looking, I wasn’t really quitting. I was just re-organizing and redistributing my efforts.
Jameson and I stayed on an extra month after crabbing season so we could depart in Sitka, since it was still on the ocean but not as desolate as other areas. Tiny took our home addresses for payment since neither one of us had any idea where we’d be staying. Then we trudged through town, looking for a cheap motel.
There were a few colleges in the area, including the southeast campus of the University of Alaska, the school I’d applied for late admission and been accepted to. I didn’t know if they’d still accept me, especially being spring already, but it was the first place I stopped after standing under the shower for too long and going through three disposable razors, cutting off all of the scruff that had accumulated on my face over the last four months.
“You looked better with that whole Grizzly Adams thing you had going on,” Jameson said, meeting me outside of my motel room door with a grin. “Didn’t have to see so much of your ugly mug.”
“Well you look a whole hell of a lot better, except for that long hair you’ve got going on. You’re going to need to buy some rubber bands for those pig tails soon,” I teased, ruffling his hair with my fingers.
He pushed my hand away with his forearm and moved to place me in a headlock, something he’d been struggling to do since we met. Before he could get his arm far enough forward, I ducked and slid behind him, wrapping my elbow around his neck and tugging him backwards.
“Show off,” he muttered through choked words.
I released him with a laugh, and the two of us started through town as the snow began to descend on us. Being cold and wet had become so normal, neither of us seemed to notice or care.
When we arrived on campus, we aimlessly wandered through a few buildings, searching for the administration office. For the first time in months, we saw people our own age and of the opposite sex. Jameson was like a kid in a candy store, pointing girls out.
“That chick wants me,” he said with a cocky grin.
I turned to see a girl with dark brown hair wrapped in a single braid over her shoulder, standing beside a couple of other girls and a guy. The other girls she was with took fleeting glances in our direction, but she boldly stared.
“Nah, she’s just trying to figure out if you’re a dude or some ugly chick with big biceps.” I jabbed him in the side with my elbow and kept walking.
Perhaps it had all been a part of my charted path, because summer registration had just opened, and they seemed to be more than eager at the prospect of us signing up for classes.
“My parents are going to freak out. I refused to go to school. I told them I didn’t believe in continued education because who in their right mind goes to school, racks up a hundred g’s in debt, and then goes to work flipping burgers for minimum wage? Me apparently.”
“It’s just your pre-recs at this point,” I replied with a shrug. “What do you want to be eventually?” There were many days on the ship that we discussed where we’d rather be, or what we’d be doing if we weren’t getting drenched and reeking of the sea, sweat, and grime. Jameson swore he wouldn’t go back to Yakima where he was from, but that had been the extent of discussing our futures.
“The husband of a CEO.” I laughed at his response that was so Jameson. “What?” You don’t see me being a trophy husband?”
“No, I see it all too well. That’s the problem.”
As Jameson flashed his grin at me, I noticed a sign for a barber shop.
“Come on, if you want to catch the eye of a future CEO, we need to clean you up a bit.”
After a month of living in hotel rooms, we decided we needed to find something more permanent and cost effective. We’d been holding off, just in case things didn’t pan out with school, but once we received our acceptance letters and schedules, we began apartment hunting.
Vacant apartments were everywhere you turned in California, except in some of the nicer areas where you’d find yourself on a waiting list. Here, there were hardly any vacancies, and when I asked about a waiting list, they looked at me like I spoke a foreign language. We wanted to remain on Jeponski Island, where the school was located, but eventually settled for renting a place on a month-to-month lease across Harbor Drive, on Griffith Island.
“Do we look at getting a car? Or should we check out the busses?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to be reliant on public transportation, but at the same time I don’t think we’re really going to stay up here, and it’s not like we’re not used to finding our way around. Compared to the last six months this is luxury,” I said, falling to the couch we picked up on clearance. It was hideous and too short for either of us to lie on comfortably, but it was cheap, and they delivered it.
“I know. Is it strange that sometimes at night I have a hard time going to sleep because it’s too quiet now?”
I understood him all too well. On the ship there was always some sort of noise, whether an advisory, an announcement, a creak, a person yelling, someone walking above you, there was always something.
Jameson opted to get another job. After being on the ship where the breaks were far and few between, he got restless. He landed a job with a local construction company, and it wasn’t long before I headed out to work with him.
I tested out of three classes and filled my class load in an attempt to make up for the two missed semesters. With having a direction again, everything felt more comfortable. I knew what I wanted and how to get there, and my determination and focus set in.