16x12 - Dutch Harbor Double Cross

[bunniefuu]

Josh: Weather's come down
quite a bit.

Siberian blast has passed.

Narrator: The siberian blast
behind them...

We should be able to haul gear
a little bit faster.

Pay dividends with dollar signs,
that's what we hope

narrator:
...The american fleet throttles

back up into the hunt
for opilio crab.

♪ the scene is getting crowded ♪

♪ and there's a heaviness
around ♪

russians are putting the
snow crab on the market.

The crab are all in one spot,
and we're gonna find each other.

Narrator:
But as russian factory ships
cut into the same biomass,

american captains
must race each other

for a shrinking slice
of the opilio pie.

You got to find that fast
fishing.

Strike while the iron's hot.

Narrator:
Now, to prevail against
their common foe...

Gotta do everything I can.

I'm not going
to let russia beat me.

...Each captain must decide
how much risk

they're willing to bear.

[ cheering ]

-I think we lost a seal.
-[bleep]

-here it is. Bam!
-That's not gonna fly with me.

Harley:
There's a couple snakes.

Don't ever frickin
cross me again.

captions paid for by
discovery communications

narrator: 410 miles northwest
of dutch harbor...

Josh: First pod
of the setbacks.

Narrator:
...On the cornelia marie...

All right, let's see what
you can do.

Throw that thing.
Throw it out there.

♪

beautiful day
for hauling gear.

Found crab, set our cod pots,
we get it replaced, reset.

With any luck, should see
some sign of life.

Narrator: ...After stumbling
upon an opilio hoard

in the far north, captains josh
harris and casey mcmanus

hope the mob below
is hungry for more.

We need to get this stuff
caught.

We didn't give up here
on a search and destroy mission,

find a pile of crab to split it.

Narrator: Now the captains
hope to churn and burn

on hot fishing

before the crab migrate back
over the russian line.

I have that feeling
in the loins.

♪

come on, baby, show me
some signs of life.

Ooh, nada.
-sh**t. Turn around.

Stack it.

If you would've told me
this was gonna happen,

I would've
called you a liar.

The crab are gone.

Narrator: The fickle opilio
biomass leaves josh

and casey high and dry.

I'm not real
thrilled about it.

Any crab, if they were there,
now they're gone.

Narrator:
100 miles southwest
on the southern wind...

See what
I'm dealing with.

...Captain steve "harley"
davidson

joins the chase
for opilio up north.

-Oh, my god. Oh!
-That's kind of skinny there.

Narrator: ...But like many
in the fleet...

Kinda weak.

...The veteran struggles
to stay on the scent.

Holy schmackers,
man.

Right now
I got nothing.

The russians are putting
the snow crab on the market.

So they'll be breathing
down our neck here.

Narrator:
Squaring off against

the behemoth russian factory
trawlers.

They take crab off
the market, we're in trouble.

Time runs out for the veteran
to tank

his 350,000 pounds
of opilio crab.

New level of enemy.
New level.

Just big area, man.
It takes a long time

if you're gonna try
to figure it out on your own.

We don't usually do this,
but it wouldn't hurt to have

another boat to work with
for sure.

Narrator: Racing the russians
and staring down

a vast expanse
of the bering sea...

See who
the neighbors are.

...The lone wolf
contemplates a partnership

betting he can cover
more ground as a pack.

I see that cornelia marie
over there.

Casey used
to work for me.

I watched him grow up.

Josh, I'm getting to know him
more and more.

I knew his father.
They might be good partners.

♪

[ cellphone rings ]

cornelia marie,
this is josh.

Harley, southern wind.
How are you?

Oh, you know,
just fishing away here.

Getting ready
to get set up.

How you doing?

Good. Thinking maybe if
we work together,

we can, you know,
share the info

and cover some ground.

-I don't know.
-Makes it easier

to hunt down a big school of
crab if you got twice the gear,

you know.
-Yeah, I understand that.

This is cornelia marie
versus the russian fleet.

I mean, we're only
as good as our knowledge.

You can still play poker
with somebody like that,

just keep your cards
close to your chest.

♪

that sounds great.
That sounds great.

Yeah, really
cover some ground.

We're planning on going up
to the north here.

Okay, why don't I
stay below the 58 line.

I can cover that area.

If you guys want to take
a first peek over there.

Narrator:
The game plan...

Divide the upper edge of the
opilio grounds into two halves.

The cornelia marie
searching above

the 58th parallel north

and the southern wind,
checking below,

making use of twice the gear

and twice the information
in their fight

against the doubly large
russian competition.

Start working down towards
where you're at now,

and I'll let you know
by tomorrow around noon

or 2:00 what we see.
-Roger. Bye-bye.

Cool.

We got a plan.
We got to deal.

♪

totally down to play ball
with the guy,

but I think if we smell
something a little fishy

that we should cut bait.
-No, I'm with you.

Time will tell.

Narrator: 75 miles southwest,
on the summer bay...

Nick: Everything is freezing.
Everything is cold.

This is what opilio fishing
is all about.

Bill: We're kind of down south
because I don't want

to be limping home
from the russian border.

Still looking for some volume.

Narrator:
Reeling from a failed set...

Bill:
On the crab size,

they had a couple boats
come in down south

that are 1.3 and above.

...Captain wild bill wichrowski

gets word of oversize crab
in the south,

weighing an extra 0.2 pounds
per head,

meaning potentially
20% more poundage.

All right.
Let's start hauling gear.

♪

this could potentially
be our ticket

to the --
to the dance here.

♪

-yeah!
-Oh, it's heavy, man.

Quite a bit of cream
coming off the top.

Got one.
Big white, pink male.

That's what we want,
right there.

Two! [ chuckles ]
two-six-seven, 267!

Cha-ching.

[ cheering ]

yeah, yeah.

They just keep coming.

There's lots of them.

-Whoo!
-This is what we want.

These come in shining bright,
like a shining star,

no matter who you are.

♪

turn it off!
Turn it off!

Landon:
Looks like we got
a really big leak

coming right out of
the motor on the block.

What's going on?

I think we lost a seal
on the block motor.

Oh, [bleep]

we've got a hydraulic leak
on the block,

and it's not on a hose.

It sounds like it might be the
main seal on the block motor.

Narrator:
The block is the workhorse

that reels in every pot
off the sea floor...

We can't haul gear
without a block.

...And bill's has broken,

bringing his first good haul
of the season to a halt.

Might be something
that we can't fix at sea.

I have a spare block

because I bought a
block for the last boat.

Narrator: Fortunately,
to avert a trip to dock,

bill fishes with an extra block
in tow just in case.

Hey, landon, the spare block,

is it downstairs in the lower
part?

The block that I bought,
I paid for on the cape caution?

♪

I asked these guys to bring it
because if something happened,

we don't want
to have to run to town.

That's what
I'm looking for.

Narrator:
The $17,000 spare block

will save bill's
$700,000 opilio payday...

There's no block. There's no
[bleep] block down here.

Narrator:
...That is assuming the crew
remembered to pack it

narrator:
When it comes to dealing
with crew incompetence...

How do you start running the
string with no [bleep] cod

in the [bleep] box.

Narrator:
...The skipper isn't exactly
known as merciful bill.

How the [bleep] you been on a
boat seven years

and this is your level, dude?
It's [bleep] stupidity.

I've had enough, you prick.

Now get the [bleep]
out of the wheelhouse.

Narrator: ...And now someone
needs to fess up.

Why don't you go up there
and tell him that

there's no block on the boat.

-You want me to tell him?
-He likes you.

Nobody likes to be the bearer
of bad news to wild bill.

♪

-on the summer bay...
-Why don't you go up there

and tell them that
there's no block on the boat.

-You want me to tell him?
-He likes you.

Narrator:
...With no one remembering to
pack the spare block

that would restart their
fishing,

someone must be the bearer
of bad news

to captain wild bill.

I'm gonna go up
and talk to bill.

♪

♪

this, uh, sucks.

Um, you want us
to pull those shivs?

We can just put
the other block in.

We don't have it.

What do you mean,
seriously?

Remember the conversation
when we're [bleep] out on opis?

We didn't put --
we don't have the block?

Well, I don't know
where it's at.

What do you mean you
don't know where it's at,

did somebody sell it?

I don't know.

I bought that --
I paid for that block.

I know.

What do you mean, "we don't know
where the block is", nick?

I don't know if it was left
in the cape caution walker

when we -- after
we got this boat or what.

It's not on the boat.

Oh, what the [bleep]

sorry, boss.

♪

no [bleep] way.

Hey, nick, why don't we
take a look and we'll see

if we're able
to piece this back together?

Narrator:
The skipper's only hope
of avoiding a trip to town

and thousands of dollars
in fuel...

Landon, have you seen a book
on the block?

Narrator:
...Finding and fixing the cause
of the leak themselves.

Bill: We don't want to have
to run to town.

♪

narrator: 195 miles north...

...On the northwestern.

Sig: All right, let's dance.

♪

well, we've got the first string
up for the day.

I have absolutely no idea

if there's still crab
in the area.

Bottom line is we need to get it
caught before the russians do.

And we've got to be in here
with a delivery.

Narrator: ...Captain sig hansen
and daughter mandy

race
not only their russian foes,

but also their own offload date
in just four days

where they owe
a hefty 70,000 pounds

to stay on pace.

That being said,
let's see what's shaking.

♪

♪

-no.
-Oh, come on.

♪

♪

it's not looking
real great.

[bleep] that's scary.

Okay, now,
that one is super low.

Ready to pull
my hair out.

Sig:
It's definitely a mind game

because we had
such good fishing.

You know, we were coming
off this storm.

Are they coming back
on the bite?

That's something
that you can't predict.

I think so.

-You'd fish on it?
-Yeah. I wouldn't move.

Narrator: Mandy's hunch is that
the biomass isn't gone,

but hiding or off the bite

during the recent storm and
will reveal themselves

now that the seas are calmer.
-I'm okay with that.

I'm just saying,
it's a guessing game

right now for --
for both of us.

And it just takes
one wrong move

and then you're -- you're back
to square zero.

Just pick up the pods,
you set 'em, okay.

Narrator:
Since mandy's the one with the
plan...

That's your problem.

...She's responsible
for seeing it through.

We still have
a delivery date.

That's all
I'm warning you about.

-All right, let's toss 'em.
-All right.

Mandy: Let's hope I can
make my dad proud.

It's a big deal for me
to be able to do that.

Now I get to show him what
I've learned.

Narrator: 115 miles southeast...

Harley:
Here we go.

...On the southern wind...

♪

lord, help me.

If this is their new zip code,

better get this stuff soaking.

Get it soaking
and give it a chance.

Narrator: Per his agreement with
the cornelia marie,

captain harley fires
off his prospect gear

beneath the 58th parallel...

Casey and josh,
they can cover up and over,

and then we'll compare notes
because right now, the u.S.,

we've got to capitalize on it.

Narrator:
...Standing with his dutch
harbor compatriots

against the foreign threat.

Two crews covering twice as much
area.

One of us are going
to stumble into something.

Then we can share.

Narrator:
85 miles northeast...

Casey: All right,
let's rock and roll here

...On the cornelia marie...

♪

bombs away.

We'll be taking care
of the north end,

southern wind will be taking
care of the southern end,

following its own name.

...The northern contingent
of the alliance...

Over head!

...Captains josh and casey stalk
the migrating biomass

before it
crosses the russian line.

Narrator:
Casey deactivates the boat's
tracking beacon,

the automatic identification
system, or a.I.S,

to conceal their position
and their plans with harley

from prying eyes
and the russian fleet.

Casey:
First time we've ever worked
with him like this

could be highly beneficial
for both of us.

Got faith.

God help us.

Narrator: 330 miles
northwest of dutch harbor.

Why don't we take
a look, and we'll

drain this thing for
maintenance?

Narrator: On the summer bay...

Let's see if the seal is
out on the thing.

...Captain wild bill tries
to diagnose

a potentially trip-ending leak
in his block.

Hey, nick. When we took
one of those blasts,

we probably forced water
into that housing.

So we need to drain the housing,
and see if it's water

or diluted hydraulic.
-All right.

Narrator: Two possible culprits
for the leak remain --

either wave water surged
into the motor compartment

or hydro fluid burst
through a broken inner seal.

To get to the plug, they're
burning the paint off

and trying to loosen it up.

Narrator: If there is water
inside the outer compartment,

they can drain it.

If it's hydro fluid,
the inner plug is damaged,

sending bill and the crew
back to town.

♪

-hey, bill.
-Yeah.

We pulled the plug and then got
hydraulic fluid.

♪

bill:
Well, let's secure the deck,
secure the table.

Bering sea - 1
summer bay - 0

♪

we're gonna go 65 miles
to st. Paul.

Hopefully they have a seal
in the shop.

Most frustrating is
I personally bought

a $17,000 crab block
as a spare.

Doesn't
make any sense to have

a spare 400 miles away
or whatever the hell it is,

a spare means it's with you.

Damn it.

♪

narrator: 35 miles northeast...

Hold it, hold it,
hold it. Now go!

Yeah, baby!

...On the southern wind...

Got a new spot here.

I guess we'll find
out how he did, I mean...

...Captain harley scouts

the bottom half
of the northern territory...

Casey and josh will just play
this thing straight up.

...Holding up his end of the
bargain with josh and casey.

Definitely committed
to do this right.

Be their friend and
honest partner.

As long as I still think
they're doing that to me,

we'll be cool.
-Not good.

♪

uh-oh.

♪

how many'd
you get there?

-Like 65.
-Damn it.

It's another good reason
to get -- get a partner.

Narrator:
Out of luck, harley scans
for the cornelia marie's

tracking beacon to check
his partners' progress.

See there, they turned
it off. What the hell?

Definitely concerned.

Narrator:
Hours ago, casey went dark
to conceal his location

from competitors,
but neglected to tell harley.

Harley:
They're not being honest
with me then, I don't know.

♪

now just 50 miles north
on the cornelia marie...

[ cheering ]

cornelia marie's [bleep]
in tall cotton right now.

It just goes to show you how
fast those numbers can change.

It's gonna be our game changer
right there.

[ cellphone ringing ]

all right. We gotta bag
on the starboard side.

Cornelia marie,
this is casey.

Six rings? You're busy,
or what?

Long time
no talk, huh?

Yeah.

Can't walk and chew gum
at the same time,

trying to concentrate.

I feel like I'm talking
to a teenage girl

trying to [bleep]
get a hold of you.

Like, what are
you hiding from?

Why don't you throw
your a.I.S on

like a good
ole whiskey drinker.

It's gonna be real
difficult to work with you

if you don't
turn your a.I.S on, so.

We're -- we're 50 miles
from you.

It's the russian fleet versus
the red, white, and blue, man.

Oh, yeah? It just makes it
more difficult

to be able to trust
you guys.

Josh: He's kinda
talking down to us.

He's definitely
talking down to us,

and that's
not gonna fly with me.

Harley:
You know, I got a lot
of friends and connections.

I'm not in a hurry
to go join them,

but it might be
the most attractive thing.

Swear to god if he calls a bunch
[bleep] people to this crab,

I'm gonna have his a*s.

Narrator:
At the mere suggestion of
reaching out to other crabbers.

Well, [bleep] man, I wish I had
better information for you.

...Casey opts to be

less forthcoming about
their new hot spots up north.

Had a couple of blanks in a row,
I thought I was out of them,

but I might be
getting back into them.

We've been shuffling
stuff around,

trying to find something.
-Oh, yeah.

So anyway.

Got to see it.

[bleep]
ah, [bleep]

♪

trust those guys.

They didn't tell me nothing.

Throw these three strings
on, hold up the road.

I just feel like they're
holding back a bone on me,

and I'm gonna find out.

Narrator: 520 miles northwest
of dutch harbor...

You guys ready?
Man: Roger.

...On the northwestern...

♪

sig:
Still a little skittish.

Well, we set up here on a hunch.

Mandy took a gamble, a risk,

but right now, to deliver,

we really need to fill the boat.

Narrator: With an impending
off-load in just 36 hours,

captain sig needs his daughter
mandy's setback

on lackluster grounds

to produce the crab
she thinks were hiding.

Sig:
Look, honestly, I love mandy,

but everybody
has a learning curve,

and you never know when these
crab go on or off the bite.

But I'm gonna know
pretty damn soon.

♪

man:
Dollar-dollar bills!

-Oh, yeah!
-Whoo!

♪

oh [bleep]

is there something going on?

Man: Yeah!

[ men cheering ]

300s? 400s?

♪

roger.

We'll see what happens here.

-Oh, my god.
-Whoo!

Man: Look at that one!

What are we seeing in those?

♪

oh, yeah!

-Oh, yeah!
-Oh, yeah!

[ indistinct shouting ]

oh, they're all
hot and heavy now.

So mandy's gut was right.

It started coming back.

Let's keep them soaking.

And press
down the last tank.

Man: Roger.

Tons of room.

Narrator: The skipper presses
his final tank,

filling it with water to
accommodate their opilio bounty.

Sig: We're on to our third tank,
our last tank.

So now the boat's real heavy,
like a submarine.

She doesn't maneuver real well.

She's a different boat
altogether.

♪

and I think it's time to get
mandy's feet wet here

a little bit.

Get a feel
of how the boat feels.

Narrator: Mandy's reward for
putting crab in the third tank?

You want to try this one
before it gets dark?

Hauling gear in weather
while all three tanks

are pressed for the first time
in her young career.

She's so dang heavy.

Yeah, she's really heavy.
You feel it, right?

Oh, yeah.

Every situation's
different.

You won't know
until you do it.

The extra water acts
as a ballast,

forcing
the boat lower into the sea...

Making the deck more vulnerable
to every swell.

The more you throttle,
the harder she's gonna roll.

The trick?
As each wave approaches,

back off the throttle
to protect the crew.

Here it comes.

♪

ohh...

♪

-watch out.
-Whoo!

Ooh!

Yeah, we're get--
ooh!

Don't throttle when you're
going like that.

♪

whoa! Watch out!

Man: Watch out.

Man #2: Ohh!

♪

oh, lord.

[bleep]

you're good.

I want to try a plan b.
A little different dynamic.

Feel the power
of the vessel.

Feel the horsepower
pushing through the waves.

Narrator: Relying on sight alone
can mean responding too late.

Become one with the waves,
mandy.

One with the boat,
you mean?

Sensei sig's advice --

feel the shift in momentum
to gauge the throttle

and work in rhythm
with the writhing bering sea.

♪

man: Oh, yeah!

♪

mandy: Pretty damn close.
Right there.

I tell you.

[ laughs ]

man: Whoo-hoo!

It's just important to keep
it up against the weather.

I'm trying to time these.

I feel it.

Here it comes.

And you're in gear.

Yeah, I love that.

I feel like buddha
or something.

Nicely done,
grasshopper.

-Oh, yeah!
-Whoo-hoo!

Would you like
your chair back?

Nope.

I'm gonna run
downstairs.

Mandy: My dad left me up here
alone in the weather,

so, like, that shows
that he trusts me.

I guess I'm passing that test,
so...

Gonna take us home.

♪

narrator:
190 miles east.

♪

you guys all ready?
Everybody there?

[ indistinct shouting ]

narrator:
On the southern wind...

Harley:
Yeah, we're gonna set these.

It'll be a few minutes.

Man: Roger.

The cornelia marie's
been fishing here.

Been telling us they haven't
been getting stuff here.

But they stay here.

♪

I don't know.

I got my doubts.

Narrator:
Suspicious of his partner boat

since they turned off
their tracking beacon,

captain harley approaches
the cornelia marie's

last-known
coordinates unannounced...

I think it's time to just...

Do a check on them.

Narrator: ...To get
a little intel of his own.

♪

we'll see if casey's
telling us the truth

or telling us lies.

Harley:
If I start checking my pots

and seeing that I've been
misled,

there's gonna be hell
to pay, man.

There will be hell to pay.

♪

narrator:
This week on "salty takes"...

♪

sig: Mandy.

What?

You want me to do yoga,
right?

I'm in
my buddhist zen position.

Are you meditating?

I'm meditating yoga.

Meditating yoga?
This is hansen yoga

at sea.

Oh, man.

Right now,
I'm the sitting cow.

Or the sitting crab?

I feel so peaceful
right now,

childish
and emotionally vulnerable.

I thought you were supposed
to be in zen mode.

I am. This is zen.

I'm gonna have
to start a yoga studio.

As sig empties
his mind of all burdens...

Josh and casey attempt
to free themselves of harley

and become one
with their new hot spot.

Narrator: 410 miles
northwest of dutch harbor,

on the southern wind...

Harley: Okay, here comes
that pot, you guys.

See if the cornelia marie's

been telling us
the truth or not.

Narrator: ...Worried his
partners on the cornelia marie

have betrayed him,

captain harley checks
their hunting grounds

north of the 58th parallel.

Are we friendly with them
right now?

I don't know.
I'll guess we'll find out.

Let's see.
Let's see what the...

♪

man: [bleep] [bleep]

looks like your buddy casey
was lying.

♪

now you done it, but...

♪

I've been deceived.

My little buddies
are not my buddies.

Narrator: The loaded pot
confirms josh and casey

are keeping good
fishing to themselves.

♪

crazy little liar like that.

Now guess what.

You're gonna be my huckleberry

'cause I'm gonna
frickin' use you.

The cornelia maria's here.

Better clear some room
'cause daddy's coming

to the dinner table.

There's stuff to be had here.

Narrator: Just north...

-Whoa! Yeah!
-Yeah!

Man: Ooh-whee!

Josh: [ laughs ]

-yeah!
-Aha!

Ha ha! Yeah-yeah!

Yeah!
Dude, that's solid.

Thank you, lord. Thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, man.
Harley: Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Anybody home?

Who's that -- harley?

Yeah.
Yo.

You know,
that's a bunch of [bleep]

what
you guys pulled on us here.

And you guys here are quiet
like a church mouse.

God.

You know, my crew and I,

we know you guys
been holding back on us.

You're running around
with your a.I.S. Off.

A couple snakes
is what you both are.

♪

whatever.

[ clears throat ]
[bleep]

I don't owe that guy
nothing.

A deal's a deal.

You move your stuff here
and get out of my way,

and we'll see
if we can't get along.

We'll go forward, but...

Otherwise, I'm gonna be telling
everybody on the waterfront.

Just pass the word.

Let my guys know.

They're just like a bunch
of locusts, man.

Once they get on you,
they're good at what they do.

A guy couldn't make a trip
out of this area.

Man: Whoo-hoo!

Bring a boats in here,
that ain't gonna happen.

And I'm not real thrilled
about it.

Not very cool.

Narrator:
Harley delivers an ultimatum --

josh and casey

must clear out space
for him in their hot spot.

Otherwise, the veteran
will share the location

with the rest of the fleet,

who will pick it clean.

I've been doing this awhile,
and so has he.

He should know etiquette.

I don't know, josh.
What do you think we should do?

How should
we deal with this one?

That's a tough one.

I would have to think
about that

because the irrational side of
me wants to come out.

You could take a page out
of your old man's book, josh.

Haul a couple pots
and blow some doors shut.

[bleep]

maybe pipe a shot and...

That's a lot of work for what
we've got going on right now.

It is a lot of work,
but...

Right now, we got to focus on
just getting this [bleep]

hit in the bud.

Crab are moving
somewhat north,

it looks like.

Higher numbers
to the north, so...

We can just start lacing
the upper area.

You know, get the same,
if not a little bit better.

Ah, screw it.
Let's be professional

and get our job done.
How about that?

Harley: You can see right now
the body of crabs right here.

And I need some real estate, so
get your [bleep] out of my way.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, after I get through a
couple more pots,

we can go somewhere else.

Dude, don't ever
frickin' cross me again.

♪

narrator:
Avoiding all-out w*r...

Josh: Hey, guys,
let's stack these up.

Woman: Roger.

Perfect.

...Josh and casey exercise
a little diplomacy...

Man: Oh, yeah!

...Giving harley
a piece of the pie,

but saving the best slice
for themselves.

Scoot on over.
That's right, bro.

I'll frickin' teach these boys.

You know, karma...

Karma can be a b*tch.

Casey: Oh, karma's
always a b*tch.

That's all I got to say
about that one.

I like it when
we're by ourselves anyway.

♪

narrator:
140 miles southeast...

...Just outside
st. Paul island...

♪

ah, a little close.

...Captain sig
and his daughter mandy

navigate into port
for their off-load...

The system's coming through.
That's not gonna help me.

...Just ahead
of a new storm system

emerging from the north.

It's changed rapidly, and it's
gonna get worse and worse,

most likely.

Stirred up
by plummeting air pressure,

an intense
meteorological phenomenon

known as the b*mb cyclone
rears its ugly head.

Is that bill?

Yeah.

"attitude makes..."

"attitude makes
the difference"?

Oh, my god.

Just next door...

Bill:
I know this delay sucks,

but the part's supposed
to make it in tomorrow,

the motor, and I figure I'm
gonna give you a good meal now

'cause once we start working,
you guys aren't gonna eat

for a while.

Thanksgiving meat left.

...Captain "wild" bill steels
his men for the coming w*r.

God, thank you
for every man here.

Thank you for keeping us safe
this long into the journey.

Bill: Hopefully the thing comes
in tomorrow,

and we can get out of here
and go start hauling some gear.

But if this blows
a little different --

the barometric pressure is
dropping really fast.

Keep us strong.

I can see it already.
It's coming.

Keep our ship
steady as we go.

We'll see how it goes.

♪

amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

♪