Deadliest Catch

So far this season, I've made mistakes.

4-6!

All we need is a little bit of sign.

Looks like we're gonna have to earn it the hard way.

I enjoy battling this out here.

Trying interact with mother nature and catch crab.

Yeah!

Yeah!

We don't settle for just okay.

Go home! We all hate you!

Not a good sign!

We lost power!

Edgar, drop the anchors!

45 miles from Dutch Harbor,

in the port of Akutan Island.

The 125-foot Northwestern is shoving off.

Well, we're on our way out.

We're ready to start our second trip here.

So we got off-loaded, fuel, and we're gonna go.

We need to get out of here.

Turn around.

Captain Sig Hansen

just off-loaded 141,000 pounds of red king crab.

Fairly okay trip, but it took 10 days.

We want one of those five-day trips.

It's gonna be our awesome trip.

This one'll go down in the books.

I promise you that.

I'm just happy to be here.

I want to haul the last string that I set,

and then below it, that's where we put the Jake dog-leg string.

We've got Jake's string in there.

That's the one that stretched the farthest out,

and I'm just curious to see if there's anything out that way.

I'm not gonna hold my breath.

But it's been a grind, you know,

and the crab are harder and harder to get.

Oh

We lost power!

The 194-ton boat

is on a collision course with the dock.

The crew scrambles in the dark

to lower the 1,500-pound anchor.

In the engine room, Edgar struggles to switch power

from the broken generator to the auxiliary.

Yeah!

Okay, I got steering. I got power.

Can someone go down and relay to me what just happened?

Overheated.

I just switched over.

Edgar was pretty darn quick to get the other engine going.

The other guys are just like, "well, what do we do?"

Edgar went and handled it.

Those guys were supposed to get ready on that anchor.

They didn't do it.

And Jake, especially.

If he wants to start running a boat someday,

you can't just sit there and,

"well, somebody else will take care of it."

Nothing happened, and I was heading right for the dock.

Told you it's going down in the books.

This one's gonna be legendary. You'll see.

145 miles northeast of Dutch Harbor...

The Wizard finishes yet another disappointing set.

Right now, I'm tired, frustrated.

I thought there was lots of crab, and there wasn't any.

Oh, boy.

I've hauled as many blanks in this season right now

as I've hauled in the last 10 years combined.

That is not an exaggeration.

That is fact.

We got a storm coming tomorrow.

And the sooner we get this crab caught, the better.

Forecasts calling for 28-foot seas

mean their brutally slow fishing could grind to a halt.

So, we push ourselves,

and, unfortunately, I'm the guy that has to push everyone.

You know, my poor guys are just attered and beaten,

and we're at the point now where we're getting numb.

Day 12.

I don't need to say anything else.

I don't know the last time I held king crab on here

for close to two weeks, but it may have been never.

Red king crab typically survive no longer

than 10 days in the tanks.

When crabs die, they release a toxin

that kills healthy crabs nearby,

a chain reaction that can eradicate the entire catch.

And I'm gonna be freaked out for the next two days

until those crab come off the boat.

I feel like, you know, I'm like that two-leaf clover

wandering around the Bering sea,

and everywhere I go, I've got this black cloud

hanging over my head.

With nothing coming over the rail,

Keith is forced to move for the fourth time in three weeks.

We're gonna go set right over here about 4 miles.

I guess that's why it's called fishing.

Or is it called wishing?

The last few days, man,

they just haven't felt right at all.

I've got every good-luck talisman up here.

I've changed hats. I've changed shirts.

I've changed underwear.

Just go ask the guys if they think there might be something

they brought on board that they didn't bring

last trip or last season.

The skipper sends his brother

to hunt down the bad juju.

I'm probably just being silly, stupid, goofy, tired,

I don't know, you know, but I just don't feel right.

No, nothing.

I don't know what's bad luck.

Everything I got in here

has been here for 10 years or better.

I feel strange without some of this stuff.

After a 20-minute search,

Lenny makes a discovery.

I think I know what's caused

our little grief of pain here.

We have under the console.

Three weeks ago...

Andy Hillstrand from the Time Bandit

was playing guitar at cape cheerful, a bar back in Dutch.

The night ended with an altercation

between the crews of the Wizard and the Time Bandit.

The recall is foggy,

but the neck of Andy's guitar

somehow found its way to the wizard.

All right!

All night! All night!

Well, our last night in town, for some crazy reason,

I decided to send my fist into Andy Hillstrand's guitar.

He was snapping you in the

He tried to smash his guitar over my head,

and I blocked it with my arm,

and I'm lucky all I got was a big lump,

but, needless to say,

this is the remains of Andy's guitar.

That thing's got to go, man.

Oh, my God.

Get that thing out of here.

Out of our life, out of our hair.

Bon voyage, slime bucket!

See ya!

Feels better already.

All right, guys. Let's get some crab, huh?

- Let's do it! - Let's do it!

No more juju, no more mojo, no more

Let's just go catch crab.

If there was anything on the boat that was bad luck,

it was certainly that guitar.

And it's now officially behind us.

480 miles North of Dutch Harbor...

We're under the gun. We've got a deadline.

Got four days to put on 40,000 pounds.

Seabrooke captain Scott Campbell Jr.

approaches his first blue crab pots of the season.

Worst-case scenario is we see no crab today,

and then I've got to go looking for another day,

and that would just... I mean,

there's no way we'd make that first delivery date.

First hook of blue crab here.

Yay!

Wow.

Not very many.

Yeah, we got a couple.

I don't know if they're big enough.

First blue crab ever.

Not a blank. There was life in it.

Yeah, it's gonna take a long time

to fill these tanks.

Four crab a shot.

Looks like we're gonna have to earn it the hard way.

We can come into an area and grind on nothing

and make a pretty big trip out of it

where other guys would just pass it up.

Not what we want to do, but it's what we will do.

That's nothing these guys haven't done before,

other than the horn, of course.

You don't know

To make their off-load on numbers this low,

the crew will now need to turn and burn through the gear...

Where's the bait?

Where is the bait?

Which means 29-year-old greenhorn Josh Fullmer

needs to pick up the pace.

Where is the bait, damn it?

This is the beginning of a very long day.

Just four days ago...

Point of breaking what?

Mental breaking.

Mental breaking in two hours of fishing?

9 out of 10 greenhorns fail because you can't get them

through this emotional, physical point that we're out right now.

Yikes.

If he's failing on deck,

it's costing us time, it's costing us money.

Shake it off, horn.

This hand right here is, uh...