Christina Krabbe explained this fact of life to her supervisor, who was at the moment rolling around on the deck, cradling his mashed privates.
Never should have gotten out of bed. Should have tossed the clock on the floor and gone back to sleep.
But she’d never been late for work a day in her life, and if she didn’t crack eight hundred eggs for Friday’s rosemary scrambled eggs, who would?
Christina had known there would be trouble, almost from the moment she came on board. Ed had “accidentally” brushed her butt or a breast a million times. Never enough to be called on his behavior, always enough to make her dread the next time she ran into him. She was just surprised her boss had taken this long—almost three weeks—to make his move.
But today…coming up behind her and grabbing her boobs like she was a cow to be milked…she’d back-kicked and elbow-struck, and then he was on the floor and it was done and couldn’t be taken back. Not that she would.
His lips were moving. She bent closer to hear.
“…fired.”
“What?”
“…fired. You’re fired.”
“Uh-huh. What’s the phrase? You can’t fire me, I quit? Is that it? I ought to sue your ass, Ed, you lecherous piece of shit. But frankly, you’re not worth the time, the trouble, or the aggravation.” Also, I have no money for a lawyer. But never mind.
She threw her belongings into a duffel bag while he recovered, climbed painfully to his feet, and shuffled out the door. She didn’t watch him go. She’d worry about a reference later.
She marched down the gangplank, flashed her employee badge to the guy counting noses, then promptly dropped it into the garbage can at the end of the dock and fell in line behind the geese.
At least they were in port. If Ed had tried his crap while they were at sea, she’d have had a long swim ahead of her.
One of the tour guides—the line employed several dozen, and she could never keep them straight—was doing Alaska 101 for the geese. Christina eased her way past the throng, half-listening to the spiel.
“—Russia did actually offer Alaska to the United States for sale. As you know, America had the Civil War to contend with, and thus wasn’t interested in the purchase at that time, but can you imagine if they had? Alaska would have been the forty-ninth state!”
And since gold and oil were discovered here, we’ve been kicking ourselves about that ever since, Christina thought, smothering a chuckle.
The tour guide droned on while Chris put the gangplank, the ship, Ed, and French Toast Tuesday behind her.
The Summer’s Sweetness—an exquisitely stupid name for a cruise ship—was leaving port tonight. She had no plans to be on it. She wasn’t going near Ed again—he might get the idea in his head that a little payback would be balm to his battered ego. Some men were weird that way. Knock them around defending yourself, and they decide the only way to fix it is to hurt you back twice as bad.
When the ship sailed, she’d still be in port. Marooned in Juneau, Alaska, over a thousand miles from her birthplace. Marooned at the edge of the world, in a place with a famously nutty royal family and more bears than cars.
Great.
Chapter 2
From The Queen of the Edge of the World by Edmund Dante III, © 2089, Harper Zebra and Schuster Publications.
King Alexander II, head of the House of Baranov, was, as was most of the royal family, a conundrum. Raised to wealth and privilege, he had a common streak. However, he was rarely allowed to “get down and dirty,” as His Majesty might have put it, due to his responsibilities, the hovering of his majordomo, Edmund Dante, and his bodyguards.
Often His Majesty would let his beard grow and take a group out fishing. This drove people mad, in particular: (A) his security team, (B) Edmund Dante, and (C) the people in his fishing group. King Alexander was always surprised to be recognized, and once he was, quite a lot of the fun went out of the group. It was difficult for Alaskans to enjoy a day of leisure when they realized their sovereign was the one driving the boat and gutting the fish.
“We’re catching tons of fish, but you haven’t cracked a smile all afternoon.” The captain of the boat plunked down beside her, stretched out his long legs, and stared at the toes of his rubber boots. “What’s the matter, kid?”
Christina shrugged.
“Oh, come on.”
“Well…” She looked at the other members of the fishing party, who were all huddled on the other end of the boat, staring at them. Weird. It had been a pretty jolly group earlier, and now they were walking around like there was glass in their boots. “I’ll tell you my problem, if you tell me theirs.” She jerked her head in the direction of the group.
“Done.”
“Okay. Well, I kicked the shit out of my boss for copping a feel, got myself fired, again, I’m marooned in a strange country, again, and I used my last fifty bucks to come fishing. I mean, how dumb am I?”
The captain looked puzzled. He was a big man, wide through the shoulders, and quite a bit taller than she—and at five-ten, Christina wasn’t short. He had bushy, salt-and-pepper hair, an equally bushy beard threaded with silver, and blue eyes that smiled even when his mouth didn’t.
“How dumb are you? About which part?”
“The ‘spending my last dime on this boat’ part. I mean, hello, I could have waited until I found another job, right? Dumb. No excuse.” She sighed and stared out at the ocean. “But I just wanted to—wanted to—”
“Do something you loved for a change. I don’t think that’s so dumb.”
“No excuse,” she said gloomily. “Work first. Assuming I’ll be able to work in this country. I mean, I’ve got a passport, but—never mind, I’m getting off track. Because the rest of it, not so dumb. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Let him grab? Forget it. He’s lucky I didn’t kick his balls up into his throat.”
The captain was nodding, which cheered her up a little. “Damn right. He got what he deserved. If somebody did that to one of my daughters…” His hands closed into fists that were, she observed, the size of bowling balls.
“Right. No mercy.”
“Damn right.”
“Right. We’ve now established that kicking ass is the way to go. But that doesn’t exactly help me out. I’ve got to find a job. I guess first I have to find out if I can stay.”
“You can stay,” the captain said.
“That’s nice, but I’d better check it out for myself, don’t you think?”
He shrugged.
“Right. Uh…you look kind of familiar. Have I seen you on TV or something?”
“I’ve
