16x11 - Chase Boat Rescue

[bunniefuu]

Man: Do it, boy!

♪

chaos creates panic.

♪

and you cannot do that out
on the bering sea.

You just can't.

-Watch out!
-Ah!

Whoa!

We're doing a lot of this.

Did I ever tell you
I'm really afraid of heights?

We're out here by ourselves
with no help.

Got icing conditions.

-Watch out.
-Whoa!

Everybody okay?

...Big weather,

we got unknowns.

Whoa.

That's what makes this
such a nasty fishery.

Everybody up!

We lost power
we're dead in the water.

The siberian blast
has gotten its first victim.

Scary things can get out
of control pretty fast.

Panic is the last thing you need
in a situation like this.

-Holy [bleep].
-[ groans ]

whoa!

Look out!

Figure out where that water
is coming from

or we're gonna roll
this [bleep] boat over.

-Son of a b*tch!
-Hold on.

I think we're sinking.

♪

[ speaks indistinctly ]

♪

♪

narrator: Only 17 days
into the opilio season.

♪

narrator: It's a mad dash to get
in front of the biomass...

Go all the way up north.

Narrator: ...Before the crab
migrate into russian pots.

We are out of here.

Got 220 pots aboard,

15,000 pounds of bait.

Narrator: But just as the last
of the fleets joins the fray...

I've got to get going.

There's one thing
we do not have is time.

Narrator: ...An arctic storm
originating in siberia

fueled by
warmer southern waters

rose to a cataclysmic
400-mile wide

southbound terror.

-Oh, [bleep].

This freezing spray
opilio 2020. [bleep].

Narrator: For captains,
there is no choice.

The crab are north
and the only way to get there

is through the siberian blast.

Pray to the crab gods,
pray to the crab gods.

Narrator:
Time to get to work.

Yeah!

♪

narrator: 380 miles
northwest of dutch harbor...

♪

pop some chains.

Get these pots in the water,
get a fish,

and start making some money.

Narrator: On the 113-foot
summer bay...

So are you guys ready?

Can I speed up
a little bit or...

[ speaks indistinctly ]

you know, with cod season,
we start late for opies,

so hopefully the first string
we set, we ran across something.

So we got some place to go.

Can't catch 'em
till you find 'em.

Narrator: After cashing in
on the cod derby

for a cool 138 grand,

captain wild bill wichrowski
looks to add to his winnings

with his first set
of the opilio season.

We are on the edge, though.

I mean, I've had good fishing
down here,

but hopefully we get a whiff,
you know.

Narrator: While the fleet fishes
in the northern grounds,

bill prospects along the edge
where the continental shelf

drops from roughly 300 feet
to over 12,000.

Bill: We obviously went through
a tide change here again,

because they're stacking up
nice and tight.

This is where it gets crazy.

Narrator: Welcoming bill to
the grounds,

the 25-foot seas
and 30-knot winds of the now

200,000 square mile
siberian blast.

Man: Yeah, baby. Whoo!

Getting it started.

Get these pods off the boat,
get them in the water,

soak 'em, get them crab, baby,
come on!

♪

ooh.

You know, the wind's
probably only 30,

but the tide is against it
so we're doing a lot of this.

Man: Whoa!

Come on!

And now I'm like...
[ speaks indistinctly ]

oh, no. [bleep].

Man: Whoa, oh!

Narrator: Mountainous swells
jolt the summer bay,

knocking loose their
overhead lcd lamp.

Without it...

I'd say it's one of
our crucial lights, for sure.

Narrator: ...The crew,
is between the blast

and the dark place.

Bill: It's flying around up
there on the wire.

That's not going to last long.
So I don't know, nick.

What do you think? You want to
try to do that thing now?

So doesn't fall off and break?
-Yeah, sure!

All right.

We're gonna have to put
nick's a*s on the line,

so to speak,
to get this thing back together.

Something breaks,
you gotta fix it.

He's gonna ride the crane up
and see if he can't attach it.

♪

♪

-good?
-Said take me away.

-All right.
-Swing it a little.

[ whirring ]

he's flying.

A little sketchy up there,
he's got himself tied off,

but, you know,

just hope
that we don't get big a wave

or something like that
knock himself down.

If anybody's gonna get
this done, it's him.

-Hey!
-Yeah?

Me, too.

Ooh.

Nick's crazy. [ chuckles ]

♪

[ groans ]

bill: It's kind of nerve-racking
with him up there.

I'm just trying to keep it
as least amount impact

as I can here.

Roger.

Now we're gonna
try to figure out

how to get some pieces
up to him.

♪

wind and the weather's
picking up right now.

Seas are building.

Really awkward being
that high up

especially when you don't
like heights.

Oh, [bleep].

Watch the rail,
watch the rail.

♪

whoa!

Oh, [bleep].

I'll be glad when this is done.

-Got 'em?
-Yeah.

Got the wrench?

Okay.

Hey! Good.

♪

we sent up the nuts and bolts,
washes, wrenches that he needs.

♪

nick: [ groans ]

♪

you got this, buddy.
You're doing a great job.

♪

-roger.
-You got it, buddy.

All right, nicky.

You're always a maniac, nick.
You're my hero.

Thanks, nick.

As always, but you're always
going the extra yard.

♪

cold up there like [bleep].

♪

yeah, I like 'em.

Narrator: As the summer bay
returns to its set...

♪

...120 miles northeast...

♪

1.5 miles, 1.5...
[ speaks indistinctly ]

narrator:
On the cornelia marie.

It looks like it's gonna
get super, super cold so

when it comes breaking ice,

the old magical tool
called the sledgehammer

is where it's at.

-Nice shot, ray.
-Nice shot.

♪

narrator: Captains josh harris
and casey mcmanus navigate

through the frigid north,

south of the russian hunting
grounds.

You know we're tracking
a school last few days.

We've been doing pretty good
staying in 'em.

But my hope is we can knock
this 400,000-pound quota out

relatively quickly.

Narrator: Their reward
for steering headlong

into the siberian blast?

Well, hopefully crab.

We dropped a little bit
of ice.

Makes me a little nervous
about the siberian blast

that we keep getting so...

[ groans ] we will see
what she decides to bring us.

♪

I want to leapfrog a little bit
ahead of them so we can find

that northern edge and let
them really run into them.

Get the bulk of the crab,
but, you know,

we're gonna need a whole lot
of meat to make that happen so.

Right now, we're gonna run over
and roll through our cod pots.

Narrator:
To lure the biomass,

casey calls for more
hanging bait.

His plan?

A quick pit stop
at the nearby cod pots

to replenish their reserve.

It's very important to use
fresh bait

and always have codfish.

Josh: We're going into
hostile the territory.

Gear up for battle.

We're gonna pull these
cod pods get reloaded

on hanging bay here so,
in other words, roll them back.

Maria, why don't you grab
some extra bait

out of the freezer room?

I bait make these up real
heavy for this next run.

Maria: Roger.

Try to get our arsenal ready.
Competition's fierce.

Maria: Nothing like waking up
in the morning

to the smell of fresh
nice cod.

Whoa, whoa.

Big curler, big curler,
watch out.

Whoa!

Everybody okay?

These waves are big.

You okay?

Maria.

Maria, can you hear me?
You okay? Come here.

Wait,
what are you talking about?

♪

narrator:
On the cornelia marie...

Whoa!

She okay?

Maria?

Maria, can you hear me?
You okay? Come here.

Wait,
what are you talking about?

Narrator:
The siberian blast monster

swells rock the storied grabber,

sending bait
and greenhorn maria dosal

hurtling into the ceiling
of the bait freezer.

Josh, can you drive here
for a minute?

I'm gonna go check on maria.

♪

-what'd you do?
-There you are.

-Okay, good.
-Just knocked herself out cold.

Where'd you hit your head?

-Right here on the top.
-She's got a lump already, dude.

-Does that hurt when I touch it?
-Yeah, it's tender.

-She was out, man.
-Look at me, eyeballs.

Oh.

-You have to keep them open.
-Eyes open.

It hurts.

♪

I'm fine.

How long you think
you were out for?

Were you guys in there
with her?

Five seconds, long enough for me
to bag her down and go, "okay."

all right, why don't you
come on inside?

I don't want you going to sleep,

but I want you come inside
and sit down.

We're gonna put
ice on your noggin, okay?

I'll walk back there with you.
-Okay.

Use your rails.
Here, give me your water bottle.

♪

I guess the siberian blast
has gotten its first victim.

Narrator: Showing signs
of a concussion,

casey and josh bench
their ambitious greenhorn.

Frozen peas
always do the trick.

-[ sighs ]
-don't beat yourself up.

It's gonna be okay.

That was the siberian freezer
blast that happened.

Grab these cod pots
real quick.

Narrator: With maria
on the sidelines...

I just want to get
these pots quickly

and safely as possible.

Narrator: ...Captain
and crew move forward

down a man or in this case,
a woman,

despite the subzero
temperatures and towering seas.

My blood pressure's rising
just watching these guys.

♪

man: Whoa!

Hey, there's some crab
in that pot, josh.

There is. Wow.

Cable. Cable, cable.

I'm excited!

There should be no crab
in these pots.

The [bleep] is going on here.

That looks like a pretty big
crab on top there, too.

Yeah.

♪

3-0. 3-0.

Yay!

What the [bleep]?

It's so hard for crab
to get into these pots.

That means there's probably

a [bleep] ton of crab
around here.

I think we're on to something.

[ cheering ]

whoa, yeah!

Ooh-whee.

Oh, my cod, you guys.

There is a good amount of crab
in there, so it tells me

that there's probably
some up here.

Narrator: Cod pots have narrower
openings than crab pots,

meaning a frenzied mob of opilio
force their way in.

And no one's been up
this far yet.

I don't know
if I go any further,

you may just want to check
your depths right here.

Call it the dumb luck string.
-Yeah.

Would you be up for a treat.

Narrator:
With legal sized males below,

the captains hunt their prey,

setting their sights
on the ravenous school below.

Whoo!

All right, guys,
that's the last cod pot.

Go ahead and get the next
crab pot in the launcher.

We'll start setting
this one off

and then throw ourselves out
a dumb luck string.

See how this works.

It's like kind of watching
a game of chess almost.

Like, your little pawns
moving around.

Put those peas back
in your head, would you?

♪

narrator: Over 100 miles
to the east...

♪

...On the 138-foot
lady alaska.

Oh, man.

Just looking
at my windy app right here,

and it looks like we just got
northerly after northerly

after northerly everything
for the next three,

four, or five days.

♪

got out of town
a little bit late.

I was hoping to get up
a little bit farther,

a little bit sooner,

but northerly winds
coming at you.

Ah, the good start.

Narrator:
After a grueling cod derby,

captain scott gamble, junior,

is the last of the fleet
to start the 2020 opilio season.

I mean, we're going into battle
with this siberian storm.

♪

gonna have to pay
real close attention,

this is a big stack.

I'm kind of going somewhere
where I've never been before.

I'm gonna go all the way up
into the shallows.

Now nobody goes 38, 39,
40 fathoms for opilio.

It's just unheard of.

Narrator: Instead of sticking to
tried and true grounds,

junior gears up for
his remaining 140 mile steam

to the remote northeastern
opilio boundary.

Years and years ago,

you always heard stories of guys
going in super shallow

and find these big,
mass of opilio.

If I could find that crab

with, you know, the amount of
depth that I'm in right now,

that could be the payday
that we need.

Narrator: Over $500,000 in debt
after a failed fall season

and the purchase
of the lady alaska...

Junior:
I need to do my own thing.

Go big or go home.

Narrator: ...Junior banks
on these untouched grounds

to pay dividends.

Blast be damned.

Junior: Right now we've got
about a 30-hour run up the hill.

Pretty slow. By time we wake up
tomorrow morning,

I expect to see us, you know,
having some ice on this boat.

All right, jerry,
I got to get down there.

Jerry: Yeah.

Narrator: On first wheel watch
veteran deckhand,

jerry pacheco.

[ yawns ]

♪

♪

[ electricity crackles ]

it's some kind of power surge.

And it's kind of eerie.

What's going on?

[ electricity crackles ]

[ bleep ]

oh, [bleep].

Everybody up!

Everybody up!

We got a flashlight in here,
dude? I can't see [bleep].

[ bleep ]

oh, [bleep]. I gotta go.

-What's going on?
-We lost power.

We're dead in the water.

♪

narrator:
On the lady alaska...

Jerry: Oh, [bleep].

Everybody up!

Everybody up!

Oh, [bleep]. I've got to go.

-What's going on?
-We lost power.

We're dead in the water.

Narrator: Captain scott campbell
junior and his crew awake

to a ship-wide blackout.

I've got to get down
to engine room

and figure out what's going on.
I have no power.

Silent sat alarm.

♪

we've got a 12 volt still.

Back up auxiliary power,
12 volt.

Just enough power
to run our lights

and our electronics

so they can figure out
the problem down there.

Narrator: The backup generator
gives the crew a small window

to fix the problem before
plunging back into darkness.

You got two things,
we got water in our fuel

and we got a rag
in the system

which is plugging up --

plugging up the fuel where we
can't get any fuel to the main.

So we've got to shut
both mains down,

tear the whole system apart,
pull all the rags out,

put it all back together,
to get feel pressure there...

[ speaks indistinctly ]

narrator:
Shutting down the main engines

renders the 138-foot
lady alaska adrift,

leaving her vulnerable
to the churning seas.

We're just drifting dead
in the water.

♪

[bleep] hair.

[ bleep ]

you better watch yourself.

[ drill whirring ]

whoa, oh!

Narrator: Junior clears
the fuel line

getting his engines
back online.

We got one generator,
two main!

♪

now we can get her going.

Oh, [bleep] that was scary.

A wad about that big
was in each of the mains.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

let's go
through each individual tank

and you make sure they're clean.

That's impossible to do at sea.

That's very scary.

I mean, that right there can
k*ll everybody on the boat.

Not a good situation to be in,
but we're up and running.

Narrator: After performing
more at sea triage

to his new boat...

We're going to get up
and get this gear up.

Narrator: ...Junior sets
his sights northeast.

Scott: Hopefully this
will just be a bad dream.

Narrator: 145 miles west...

♪

you don't believe
in a higher power,

take a look out there.

Narrator:
...On the summer bay.

♪

this is [bleep] ridiculous.

We're coming up
on my opening set.

Still a quarter mile away.

I don't see that son of a g*n.

Narrator: Slowed by weather
and mechanical breakdowns

out of the gate.

Captain wild bill claws through
the siberian blast

building seas to his first pot
of opilio season.

Man: Whoo!

The weather is [bleep].
Really [bleep].

Really dangerous...

The weather picked up as bigger,
bigger than they were saying so.

If there's any place
where it's gonna get rough,

when you have wind and big tides
it's right on the edge,

narrator: The edge is notorious
for its violent currents

coursing up from the deep.

And with hurricane force
winds up top...

Man: Whoa!

Narrator:
...Captain wild bill braces

for the low pressure systems
roiling terror.

Whoa, oh, man.

All right,
here's the first one.

♪

virtually breaking
over the bow

about every third or fourth one.

So it's gonna be painful.

♪

big one, nick.
Step back, step back.

Whoa, [bleep].

-Thank you.
-Yeah!

Yeah.

If I was a coward,
I'd wait till morning.

♪

don't let me do this
for nothing.

Give me some crab in this thing,
give me some keepers.

Take cover.
-Whoo!

Come on, give me some love here.

♪

narrator: On the summer bay...

♪

don't let me do this
for nothing.

Give me some crab in this thing,
give me some keepers.

Come on!

-Come on, baby.
-Big numbers.

Whoo!

[ speaks indistinctly ]

come on.

Oh...

-[bleep], damn it.
-Man, nothing.

Oh, it is ugly.
It is blank.

Oh!

Talk about miss.

I've got to find something.

♪

oh, my god. What did I put
these on the edge?

♪

hold on!

We'll get them on and get them
in a better place.

♪

whoa!

[ laughs ]

narrator: Captain wild bill's
wild ride is for naught.

We get these up and then
we're out of here.

Off the edge.

No crab and horrific
sea states.

Narrator:
Without a whiff of crab...

Ah!

Narrator: ...The only option is
to stack on all 110 pots

in the storm
and start the chase anew.

Nobody likes working
for nothing.

Long way to go.

♪

narrator:
120 miles northeast...

Casey: Ooh, look at the size
of that wave.

Narrator:
...On the cornelia marie.

Careful.

[ groans ]

all right, maria. I think
your head's fine. Go away.

All right, thanks, guys.

Josh:
I got faith in the kid.

She's really badass.

Attitude makes a difference.

Casey: In a minute here,

we're gonna be hauling
our dumb luck string.

We saw some crab
in the cod pots.

That's information, then you
know which way to start working.

You gotta guess.

Pray for the best.

Narrator: Their crew
back at full strength,

josh and casey battle the blast
to see if their dumb luck set

is as good
as their cod pots indicate.

In a new school of crab just
in a case that one goes kaput.

Narrator:
If the set pans out,

they'll have not one but two
northern schools to feast on.

If not, well,
they've wasted 24 hours

and $10,000 worth of fuel,

might be productive,
might be not I don't know.

The dumb luck part's paid off
for us before

solid unknown right now.

♪

♪

-oh, yeah, baby! Whoo!
-Yeah!

Holy [bleep].

This -- we could be
on something. Right here, buddy.

So you're telling me
there's a chance.

Hey.

Oh, yeah!

-Yeah, man.
-Whoo-hoo!

-Hey, maria's here.
-Yay!

Maria's a machine.
She's hanging with the boys.

Whoo.

Watch out.

Someone give me a number.

That's [bleep]. Dude,
that's doable right there.

Aah!

There you go.

Lovin' those sounds.

Oh, yeah, there's crab
in that one.

Best pot yet.

God, you get that little snip
you just got to set on it.

Yeah.

-There we go.
-Yeah!

[ speaks indistinctly ]

sun don't shine on the same
dog's a*s every day,

but it is shining down on ours.

Curious to see
if this keeps going.

Narrator:
60 miles northeast...

Scott: Oh, boy,
what an interesting ride out.

Lost power, plugged up
all the fuel systems,

we were dead in the water.

We haven't even
started fishing in.

Narrator: ...Overcoming
a clogged fuel line.

Scott: I got 14 miles to run
so I can get these pots set.

Nobody's this crazy
and come this far in.

I'm either gonna be a hero
or a zero.

Narrator:
Captain scott campbell junior
is just two hours away

from finally launching
his 2020 opilio season.

This is a big ball of risk
come this far

where you know you've got ice
coming at you,

but, you know,
the rewards can be big.

Narrator:
Fighting 30 knot winds,

the lady alaska
is the only boat,

russian or american,
willing to fish

these northeasterly waters.

You know,
we're $500,000 in debt

plus whatever we spent
to get out here,

so, you know, I mean,
I've got to find grab quick.

And the only way you're going
to catch it quick

is go out and do your own thing.

♪

♪

♪

we got a problem.

[bleep] listen hard.
Hard, hard.

This boat does not feel right.

We are listing heavy
to starboard.

[ bleep ]
-what's going on?

We're listing heavy to
starboard.

Hey, everybody up!
Everybody up!

We got a starboard list.

Get up! We're listing
to starboard.

Holy [bleep]. Holy [bleep].

[ alarm ringing ]

I've got to get
this boat turned.

I've got to get
this boat turned now.

We've got a buck
into this weather.

We're starting to breach.
This is not good.

Not good. Not good.

Hey, there's something wrong
in the...[ speaks indistinctly ]

get up there and find out
what the [bleep] is going on.

Narrator: Listing 20 degrees
suggest flooding below decks.

Now, captain and crew
must locate the leak...

Whoa!

Narrator: ...And remedy
the imbalance or risk capsizing.

[ indistinct conversations ]

...Splashing around down here.

Ah, oh.

It's just getting heavier
and heavier

and the waves are hitting us
and the boat will not move.

♪

perseverance,

we've got a pretty
bad situation here,

we're listing pretty hard.

Narrator:
The only vessel within range

to assist the "deadliest catch"
camera boat, perseverance.

Need you guys,
can you get over here?

Gonna need
a little assistance, probably.

Man: Yeah, roger.
We're on our way.

Narrator:
If she can get there in time.

It's just getting worse
by the minute here.

I need an update. What's going
on up forward there?

♪

we got [bleep] floating
everywhere.

It's a [bleep] mess.

I don't know where water
is coming from.

Whoa! Oh.

Holy [bleep].

The boilers are almost
submerged in water.

-Roger.
-[ bleep ]

there's water in the pump
right here, too.

It's not a good thing.

Anybody up there?
What do we got going?

♪

I got to know what's going on
here, we're super heavy,

I cannot get this boat
to right itself.

♪

what's going on down there?

We got two or three feet
of water downstairs.

We got to figure out
where that water's coming from

or we're going to roll
this [bleep] boat over.

Whoa!

Narrator:
This week on salty takes.

What's up with the face
tattoo, man?

He's got a man's face
on his face.

His name is ralph.

He's a demon face
coming out of my skull,

got maggots
coming out of his mouth

because for most of my life

came out of my mouth
with vile messages.

It was --
it held no substance.

I was very messed up individual
making very poor decisions.

And that's why I hired him.

Been through some [bleep]
hit rock bottom several times.

Definitely make it out here
on the bering sea.

Narrator: Mick...

Bass tats, hired.

Narrator: ...You sure know how
to pick 'em.

The wizard
maintains the poll position.

While the cornelia marie

gets a jolt
from their dumb luck set.

♪

narrator:
On the lady alaska...

Scott: We've got a problem.

Narrator: ...440 miles
from dutch harbor

and well out of
coast guard helicopter range.

What's going on down there?

We got two or three feet
of water downstairs.

We got to figure out
where that water's coming from

or we're going to roll
this [bleep] boat over.

-Whoa!
-Look out!

♪

[ speaks indistinctly ]

hard tapping real fast.
That's how boats go down.

Narrator: ...In the midst
of heavy freezing spray

and a flooded
forward compartment...

Damn it!

Narrator:
...Captain scott campbell junior

scrambles to right his ship

before an ill timed wave
rolls the vessel.

[ buzzer ]

hold on!

Oh, man.

It doesn't start.

Electric motors
do not take water.

Electric pumps are up
forward and probably [bleep].

Narrator:
The damaged pump is unable

to clear the rising water.

The skipper
runs out of options.

Hey, there's a boat.

Man: Lady alaska,
this is the perseverance.

Oh, thank god.

Narrator: Responding to junior's
distress call,

captain john haggards
of the "deadliest catch"

camera boat, perseverance.

Boat's iced up.

Pots are iced up.

I'd be scared, too.

Perseverance,
we are flooding.

I repeat, we are flooding
in the four-peat.

Is there any chance you guys
have a spare builds pump aboard?

Yeah, roger, we got
a commercial builds pump.

I need that pump
as fast as we can.

Roger.

We'll pull up forward
to your starboard bow

and throw it overboard
on a buoy and a case for you.

That'll be great.
I'll let you guys

get in front of me.
Thank you.

Yeah. Roger that.

Hey, jerry.
Get that hook ready.

I got the submersible pump
from the perseverance coming.

♪

here it comes.

Narrator: With the lady alaska
unable to change course,

the perseverance positions
herself up current...

Pump's in the water.
I got my eyes on it.

Narrator:
...Hoping a perfectly timed drop

will ferry the submersible pump
to junior's aid

before the lady alaska
is swallowed by the bering sea.

♪

got it!

Oh, man. Thank you. Thank you.

Yep, yep. Standing by.

Water in the four-peat,
not a good thing.

[ indistinct conversations ]

we got the pump aboard.

That'll help you get us under
of control here, I hope.

♪

just plug it in right here.
See if it works.

-Don't get it wet.
-[ speaks indistinctly ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

just plug the [bleep]
pump in right now!

♪

come on, baby.

Come on.

Yes!

♪

water level
starting to go down.

Yeah, she's slowly going.

She's slowly going
through the pump.

Water level is going down!

Oh, wow.

Everything froze up up there
and the water couldn't clear.

The deck is frozen,

so there's nowhere
for the water to go.

They need to open the overboard,
bypass the deck.

That's my guess
for what's going on.

Lady alaska, you guys
okay over there?

Yeah, we're starting to get
that water under control here.

That's starting to go down
in the fourth.

The list is starting to
right up here a little bit.

The boat's feeling a lot better.

Yeah, that's good to hear.
Good to hear.

Narrator: When threatened
by the siberian blast,

captain scott campbell junior
acted.

When the boat gets a list
and it doesn't snap back,

you're in trouble.

We were at that point.

Narrator: But without
the "deadliest catch,"

camera crews support the outcome
could have been disastrous.

Damn lucky. Damn lucky.

We're gonna start set some of
these pods off turn

get some weight off of them.

Yeah, roger, we're going
to stick around

probably until you get all
your pots off.

Oh, nice, man.

I've got to get going.

I've got to get
this gear off the boat.

While I got an opportunity

all right, let her go.

-Going overboard! First pot.
-Whoo!

Whoo! Yeah!

So glad you guys were here.

We're not supposed to be
part of the show, john.

I know.

[ birds calling ]

narrator: As the siberian blast
ravages the fleet...

Whoa!

What doesn't k*ll you, makes you
stronger, builds character.

That's what dad used to say.

That's exactly what
I was about to say.

Whoo!

[bleep] got some quick hands,
man.

Yeah!

You know, you're wet,
ate crap on the rail

for three and a half hours.

Narrator: ...Captains and crews
rise to the occasion.

It was a very frustrating start

probably the most frustrating
start I've ever had to fishery.

Narrator:
And no matter the obstacle...

I've gambled everything,
went in debt.

I got to just keep rolling
that dice until it pays off big.

Narrator: ...The only
direction is forward.

Okay, coming up, first pot.

Go!

Want big numbers,
big numbers.

Whoo!

Gonna be a long season
at this rate, boys.