“What are you bitchin’ about?” Jon asked as he came around us.
“She’s trying to blame me for not getting her assignments done,” Jorie blurted out.
“And it’s the truth. He’s a lazy moron,” I lashed out.
“I didn’t ask for your personal opinions about my first mate,” Jon told me. He was obviously irritated.
“Well, I don’t care, I gave them to you anyway,” I barked back at him. “This boat would sail a lot smoother seas if he wasn’t on it.”
Jorie eyed me with arms crossed in front of him, a cocky grin on his face as he knew exactly where this confrontation was headed. And Ted looked at me with some compassion, afraid I’d gone too far. I ignored them both.
“Sometimes, Jon, you’re a damned brilliant seaman, but at other times your … your … your c**k blinds your vision so you can’t see what
