Author: SerenaJ Title: Rachael and JD Part: Chapter 12 Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery Summary: JD takes Rachael fishing Keywords: nosex Chapter 12: Home Front It was pitch black when the phone rang. JD answered it, still half-asleep. “Your turn, Jul.” said a female voice. “Come again?” She laughed, “Good morning, Jul, this is Candice. Nick called in this morning and it’s your turn to fill in.” JD was silent, trying to jumpstart his brain. It had been almost a year since he was in town and got a call to serve as a deckhand but he had done the job often enough since junior high and knew it well enough. “Jul?” “Yeah, I’m up.” He lied. “Give me an hour. I’ll be in.” “Alrighty, then. See you at the dock house.” He hung up the phone and sighed deeply. It must be around 4:30, he thought, which meant he probably had less than an hour to get aboard and settled before they left the dock at six. He was going to have to get moving. Rachael snuggled against him making the need to move even more regrettable, “Who was that?” she mumbled. “Candice.” “Who?” “Marcus’ Candice. I’ve got crew duty today.” She rubbed her face against his chest, “Oh,” she yawned and pulled a bit closer, “When?” “Now.” He kissed her forehead, knowing that if he did not get up soon, he was going to be late, “Gotta get movin’, honey.” He got out of bed regretfully and stretched as he wandered into the closet. He closed the door before turning on the light and found a pair of work pants and a shirt and sweater that should be about the right weight for this time of year on the water. By the time he stepped out again, Rachael was awake and waiting. “I don’t mean to be slow, but where did you say you were going? He kissed her lightly, “The dock. I got called for crew duty today.” “Why you?” “It’s my turn.” He smiled at her looked of confusion as he dressed, “Every McElroy works crew. Always has. If one of the hired hands calls in, a family member fills in for the day. Today’s my turn.” “Oh, so you guys all pitch in.” “Everybody. Momma used to be damn fine captain.” “Oh.” Rachael frowned. JD headed down to the bathroom and quickly went through his morning routine. When he returned, Rachael was dressing. “Oh, now, honey, you don’t have to get up now. Go on back to bed.” She ignored him and continued dressing, “What time do we need to be at the dock?” “‘We’ don’t need to be anywhar. I, on th’othuh han’ have to be on deck by 5:30.” She held up a sweater, “Will this be good?” “For what?” “For a day crewing a boat.” “Willow, go back to bed.” “She looked at him, “You said ‘every McElroy’, JD. That means me too.” “Willow,” he took her by the arms, “What do you know ‘bout fishin’?” “Not much.” “Uh huh. You evah even been on a boat before?” “Well, no, not like this.” “It’s gonna be a long, hard day, sweating ova a whole lotta fish. It’s not gonna be fun or easy by any means. Especially seein’ as you ain’t done it before.” “So, I’ll learn. It’ll be easier next time.” She lifted her chin a little, “I can do hard work, JD, I’m not some little princess.” He smiled; Claudia had whined all day the one time that JD had coaxed her on to the boat. Now Rachael was all but begging to go with him. He kissed her chin, “I know you can.” He looked at the sweater she was still holding, “This is good but you’ll likely be more comfortable if you have a long sleeve shirt ta go under it.” She smiled and nearly skipped happily to find a shirt and JD took the time to pack a bag with extra clothes and a few other things for the both of them. It took him a few minutes search but he finally found his buck knife and the rest of his kit. He ran his thumb over the worn initials on the case – MDM – it had been a gift from Marcus when JD worked his first summer as full-time crew. They made it to the dock house with time to spare and spent a few minutes chatting in line with the rest of the crews as Candice handed out ship assignments. She paused when Rachael said she wanted to be assigned with JD. “Your first time ever? On a commercial boat?” she seemed appalled, “Oh, no. Jul maybe evil, but I’m not.” She reassigned them both to one of the charters and handed them nametags. When JD saw the name he groaned, “Candice, honey, now come on. Not the Midday Sun.” There were a few snickers behind them and JD shot the group a look. Most people knew it was Edward’s boat. Rachael hit his shoulder “Stop fussing. Candice does this everyday. If she says this is the best boat, deal with it.” He looked at her, more than a little annoyed, “Who’s side you on, anyhow?” She bit her lip and looked at him in earnest. “JD, please?” As if he could really have resisted that look. “I swear, woman, you gonna be the death of me.” She smiled broadly, “Thank you JD.” She leaned down and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.” He stole a kiss, “Yeah,” he affirmed, “you will.” JD shouldered his bag and tried to frown at Candice – which failed, “Thanks, Candice. See you later.” “Bye Jul. Bye Rae.” She waved them off and started the next assignment. As they headed down the dock, JD got his first real breath of the morning sea and smiled. It was tempting to sign on full time. Let Charles and Marcus fight with paperwork and the legislators, he could handle tourists and bait. He glanced over the six boats that made up the Davidson Fishery fleet. Three had been in service, at least in name, since the 1800’s. The other three had been his gift to the family when it became apparent that the charter side of the business needed expansion. He occasionally threatened to sell his personal stake, but it was pure bluff. In his will, he split the shares evenly between his sons and his grandchildren. He would no more sell out than he would sell his right arm. He greeted the familiar faces along the dock. Some of the crewmembers had worked for them for as long as JD had. “Hey, what’s with ‘Jul’ and ‘Rae’?” She finally asked. He shrugged, “Don’t know. We’ve just always done it that way. Mark, Jul, Ed. Chuck – oh he hates that, you know.” “One syllable, eh? I guess that’s easier to say when some one goes in.” “Now, don’t even joke about that, Willow. ‘Specially around Momma and Marcus. You find yo’self out in the cold in uh hurry.” He put an arm around her. “We take water safety right seriously round here.” He stopped walking and looked at her, “You don’t know about Augustus, do you?” “No.” she must have caught the timber of his voice because her smile faded and she faced him gravely. “Augustus was my eldest brother. Died in, oh, I guess about 1947. I was all of two at the time but he and Marcus were bein’ boys one night…” “Night?” “Yep. Weren’t supposed ta be out the house in the first place and damn sure weren’t supposed to be out here. Anyway, they was fooling around an’ fell in. It was morning fo’ anyone knew they was missing.” He shrugged, “Marcus survived, Augustus passed. Momma wouldn’t let me on a boat without her til I was ten. Good reason ta worry, I guess.” “Oh, god. I’m so sorry.” “Now, don’t get all upset. That was damn near sixty years ago. Just don’t go teasing ‘bout folks fallin’ in ‘round the family.” “Oh, no.” she shook her head, “Of course not.” He put his arm around her again and started walking again, “We’d best shake a leg. That’s us at the end an’ we don’t want ta be late on yo’ first day, now do we.” They walked on and as they neared the boat, JD saw Edward lean over the rail and wave them in. “Who’s that?” “That, it occurs to me, is the other use fo’ the one syllable name, ship board. Helps keep the rank-n-file in line.” He swatted her butt, “Come on; Cap’n’s waitin’.” Edward was waiting as they stepped aboard, “Mornin’ Jul, Mornin’ Miss Rachael.” “Mornin’ Cap’n.” It always struck JD with a mixture of pride and annoyance that Edward could slip so easily and confidently between the roles of Father/Son and Captain/Crew. It was reason he usually served aboard one of the commercial ships. However, it never really took long to adjust to taking orders shipboard from his son and JD never let his personal feelings get in the way of Edward running a tight ship, “but she’s crew, not a passenger today.” “Really?” Edward grinned then looked thoughtful, “How often you done this, Miss Rachael?” She lifted her chin indignantly again and JD stifled a grin of him own, “I haven’t actually. But I’ll do whatever need to be done.” “Alright.” Ed nodded sharply, “We cast off soon as I call in. Jul, go on up an’ give Mike a hand with the ropes. Rae, galley’s below. We’ve got four crew and six passengers soon as we get to Reedville. Get breakfast started.” He turned toward the bridge. Rachael nearly burst, “Now wait just a god damned minute!” JD had a hard time not chuckling as he kissed Rachael on the cheek, “I ain’t about ta argue with the Cap’n on his own deck. But if-n you ain’t sailing with us today, I should be home in time fo’ dinner.” He outlined a salute to Ed and practically fled to the bow of the ship. Twenty minutes later, Mike and JD were catching up on old times and cutting squid into small, hook-sized pieces when Ed appeared, shaking his head. JD looked at him sideways, “She swear at ya in Spanish?” “No.” if his expression was any indication that was the only thing she did not do. JD went back to cutting bait, “Then relax, boy, she ain’t really mad.” “Huh.” Ed shrugged, “All the same, Jul, I’d stay out of the galley, if-n I was you. Mike, when you finish this, show Rae the life jackets and get her up to speed. She can get the passengers suited up. Jul, you still remember the safety speech?” “In my sleep, boy.” He caught himself, “Sorry. In my sleep, Cap’n.” Ed shrugged it off and started to leave then paused, “Oh, yeah, an’ Charles told me ya’ll worse than a pair uh teenagers so, uh, no funny business, hear?” JD felt his jaw drop and Mike laughed uproariously. He snapped his mouth shut and went back to cutting bait. The last thing he wanted was his sons discussing his sex life. Of course, he had to admit that it was nice having a sex life worth discussing. That thought kept him smiling until they docked in Reedville at which point he was too busy to think of much. The passengers – a group of city guys on vacation away from their wives – wanted to do some offshore fishing so Mike and JD hauled out the heavy-duty rods. When they got back on deck, JD passed Rachael and was surprised to see her blushing furiously. “What’s up, Willow?” She blushed even deeper, “If I told you that you don’t really want to know, would you let it go?” He kissed her cheek, “Suit yo’self.” He went aft to start setting up the equipment. Five of the passengers were laughing; the sixth had a noticeable red handprint on his cheek. JD chuckled as he passed the man, “I see you’ve met mah wife.” He continued working with the rods and clamps – Rae was going to handle herself just fine for the day. Just before they got underway, all hands wrapped in bright orange vests, JD began the standard greeting and safety speech. “Good mornin’ Gentlemen and welcome aboard Davidson’s Midday Sun. Cap’n Ed McElroy is getting’ us underway an’ we gonna cruise on out to the Chesapeake Bay, see if we can’t find a bass or two for ya. My name is Jul, the fella behind you is Mike and the young lady that helped ya’ll into yo’ life vests is my wife, Rae.” He was enjoying saying far too much, “Now before we get too far from shore, let’s talk a bit ‘bout safety.” He covered that and some history about the company, the boat and the area. By the time he finished, the men were at ease and Rae and Mike had begun serving breakfast. Not fancy but enough eggs, bacon, toast and coffee to fill up everyone. “Good job.” JD overheard Ed tell her, “Mike will clean up. Jul, show her how to bait and cast off.” Seated the bow, JD showed her how to handle the hook safely and showed her the scars on both sides of his hand where he imbedded himself as a teen. “Marcus pulled it through fo’ me ‘cause you can’t back it out. Remember that less’on you want a whole lotta pain.” Then he taught her how to tie hooks and lures securely and how to throw the line without hooking the person behind you. She learned quickly – in part because every time she did something right, he kissed her. Ed found them a half an hour later doing more kissing than casting and separated them for the rest of the day. The weather was clear and the catching was good. By the time Ed started the engine and headed back to Reedville, there was a cooler full of blue and bass and a deck full of happy passengers. JD finished stowing the last of the equipment and joined Ed in the wheelhouse. “So whatcha think of her?” Ed glanced at him, “As my Daddy’s future wife or as a member uh my crew?” “Both.” “Well as a crew member, she’s got a lot to learn and needs more discipline, but” he smiled at his father, “I’ve had worse. As your wife, I think you bit off more-n you can chew but I ain’t never seen you this happy.” “I ain’t never been this happy.” Ed nodded, “Yeah, figured. That’s why me an’ Charles talked to Wilton.” “’Bout what?” “We bought him out, Daddy. He got enough money out uh the deal ta do what he please so long as he don’t evah come within a hunnard miles uh you an’ her.” JD felt his knees give out and dropped heavily on the first mate chair. Charles had been working on a contract he would not discuss. 100 miles. He suspected that was not just a phrase coming from the two of them. “He’s a bad seed, Dad.” Ed went on, “Happens. Whole family better off without him.” “He’s your brother.” JD whispered, “He’s my son.” “I near caught him.” JD looked at him slowly, not understanding the phrase. “Joan an’ Jean. They was eight. Wilton says he gonna take ‘em to school. They was dressed an’ they swear he nevah touched ‘em but I still can’t think of a reason in the world he shoulda been in the bathroom with ‘em at seven in the mornin’. April an’ me, we banned him from the house an’ he ain’t allowed on school property either. This ain’t just fo’ you, Daddy.” JD hung his head. He failed the boy. Somewhere along the line, he failed and Wilton was paying for it. Ed put his hand on his father’s shoulder. “Dad, he jumped at the deal. He don’t care if-n he never sees us again. He took the money an’ ran. Hell, I don’t know if he bothered ta say goodbye ta Momma. I know he’s my brother, but that one…. He ain’t right.” They stayed like that for a while until a light began flashing. Ed swore and grabbed the wheel. After he satisfied himself that they were not off course, he looked at his father, “We be in Reedville ‘bout uh-nother half hour. Show Rae how ta tie us up.” “Yeah.” JD sighed “Edward…” “I need you Jul. We’ll talk with Charles when we get back ta port.” JD took a deep breath and counted to ten before releasing slowly. “Yeah, Cap’t. I’ll get’er up ta speed.” * * * * * * Thank you for reading the whole thing. More of my work can be found at http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/SerenaJ/