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Harley: LOOK AT THIS.

MONSTER STORM THE SIZE OF THE STATE OF ALASKA.

CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS

EVERY NINE HOURS OR SO,

A REGION WOULD HAVE A 60-FOOT HEIGHT WAVE,

AND IT WOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED A ROGUE WAVE.

THAT'S AN ASS-KICKER, DUDE.

Man: LOOK OUT!

THE FORCE OF THAT WATER, IT'LL JUST BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,

SMASH YOUR TEETH.

THE IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.

♪ I'M-A GIVE YOU A SECOND JUST TO CATCH YOUR BREATH ♪

♪ 'CAUSE I CAN SEE THAT ♪

♪ YOUR HEART IS JUMPIN' OUT YOUR CHEST ♪

RIGHT NOW, I'M JUST ONE POT AT A TIME.

KEEP 'EM SAFE, GET IT STACKED.

♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON TO FIGHT ♪

Man: IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HEART, HOW MUCH HEART YOU HAVE LEFT.

♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON TO FIGHT ♪

WATCH OUT!

♪ GLADIATOR ♪

♪ GLADIATOR ♪

BIG WAVE! BIG ONE!

HOLD ON!

♪ BONE SHAKER, DOMINATOR ♪WHOO!

♪ FREIGHT TRAIN, WRECKING BALL ♪HANG ON, GUYS. HANG ON. HANG ON.

♪ I'M THE GLADIATOR ♪

AAH! AAH!

-WHOO! -HOLD ON!

MAN UP, FINISH WHAT YOU START.

♪ GLADIATOR ♪

Narrator: WHITE-KNUCKLE HOURS HAVE TURNED TO DAYS OF TORMENT

UNDER THE REIGN OF A FRIGID TYRANT -- ELSA.

THE SEASON'S LARGEST STORM SHOWS NO SIGNS

OF SLOWING DOWN OR MOVING ON.

Casey: IT'S GONNA BE A COLD FEW DAYS, BOYS.

OLD ELSA DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY NICE.

Narrator: THREE TITANS -- THE CORNELIA MARIE,

THE SOUTHERN WIND, AND THE WIZARD --

FIGHT BACK IN THE CRAB-RICH NORTHERN WATERS

OF THE RUSSIAN LINE.

WE'RE DRIVING STRAIGHT INTO THE TEETH OF THIS FREEZING SPRAY

AND STORM ELSA.

I'M BASICALLY JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE.

Narrator: BUT THE LONGER THAT ELSA'S ASSAULT CONTINUES,

THE LARGER AND MORE POWERFUL THE SWELLS BECOME.

Keith: WEATHER'S COMING AT ME

EVERY DIFFERENT DIRECTION RIGHT NOW,

AND I'VE GOT TO PROTECT MY BOAT AND THE CREW.

Narrator: AND FOR THE CAPTAINS THAT CHOSE TO FIGHT IT OUT,

THE NIGHTMARE OF DECK-CLEARING, 4-STORY WAVES

BECOMES A REALITY.

Harley: THEM WAVES ARE JUST...

THROW YOU AROUND LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL.

AND I FELT IT. ONCE IT GETS AHOLD OF YOU,

THE ONLY THING YOU'RE PRAYING FOR

IS THAT YOU'RE GONNA END UP ON THE BOAT.

Narrator: 520 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,

ON THE STORM-CHURNED SEAS OF THE RUSSIAN LINE...

IT IS NASTY OUTSIDE.

...THE CORNELIA MARIE POWERS THROUGH 25-FOOT SEAS

TO THE START OF HER NEXT STRING.

Josh: I'M READY TO GO BATTLE MOTHER NATURE.

IT'S NOT FIT FOR MAN NOR BEAST OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW.

GOT ABOUT 145,000 ON BOARD RIGHT NOW.

AFTER THIS STRING, PROBABLY AROUND 155,000 TO 160,000.

Narrator: AFTER GAMBLING THEIR SEASON

ON A 520-MILE JOURNEY NORTH,

EVEN THE FORECASTED 60-FOOT MONSTER WAVES

WON'T CHASE CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS

OFF THE SCORE OF THEIR CAREERS.

Man: OH, THINGS ARE GETTING CRAZY OUT HERE,

SO EVERYBODY NEEDS TO BE ON THEIR TOES.

Casey: YOU BETTER CATCH THE REST OF THIS CRAB QUICK

AND GET 'EM IN DOWN.

IT'S WHAT IT IS AT THIS POINT.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!

YEAH, BABY!

OH, YEAH.

WHOO!

Josh: WOW.

WHOO-HOO!

WHOO!

HOLY SCHNIKES!

WHOO!

HOLD ON!

YEAH!

Josh: OH, MY GOD.

DUDE!

THAT'S SOME CRAB RIGHT THERE.

WHOO!

WHOO!

YEAH, THAT'S GONNA HURT.

Man: WHOA! THAT WASN'T ME!

CENTER TIE!

WHOA!

WHOA, WHOA! WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT.

-HOLY , -JUST WATCH YOURSELF.

AND THE REST GO ON.

WELL...

THE PICKING HOOK ACTUALLY SNAP OFF?

IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED?

RIGHT WHEN THE POT WAS COMING OVER HERE ON THE RAILING,

AND THEN IT JUST WENT "DINK!"

AND SPLASHED RIGHT BACK IN THE WATER.

Narrator: AS THE FORWARD CRANE PULLS 2,000 POUNDS

OF STEEL AND CRAB OUT OF THE WATER,

THE LINE CONNECTED TO THE PICKING HOOK SNAPS,

SENDING THE POT PLUMMETING BACK INTO THE BERING SEA,

NEARLY ENSNARING DECK BOSS D.J. CAMPBELL

AND DRAGGING HIM TO THE DEPTHS BELOW.

SOMEBODY COULD HAVE GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED.

Casey: HAVING A PICKING HOOK SNAP LIKE THAT

IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS THINGS,

'CAUSE IF THE GUY BEHIND YOU ALREADY HAS HIS LINE ARM

THROUGH THE COIL AND HE'S TYING THE SHOT,

HE COULD BE THE GUY THAT GOES "SHWOOP OOP" RIGHT OVER.

THAT COULD HAVE BEEN THE END OF D.J. RIGHT THERE,

NEVER SEEN HIS BABY BE BORN.

IT HAPPENS THAT FAST OUT HERE.

Narrator: STUCK IN 25-FOOT SEAS

WITH NO WAY TO HAUL THEIR POTS...

THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.

...THE BROKEN PICKING HOOK

SLAMS THE BREAKS ON CASEY AND JOSH'S HOT STREAK.

Casey: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THE CRANE HERE.

YOU'VE GOT TO DIAGNOSE IT, FIGURE IT OUT,

AND GO FROM THERE.

THIS MIGHT JUST ABSOLUTELY SCREW US.

Narrator: 65 MILES WEST...

WATCH RIGHT OF THE BOAT!

CARRY ON.

AAH! WHOA.

OH , THAT'S A WAVE.

IT'S A MONSTER.

WOW.

JUST MISSED THAT ONE, MAN.

THAT CAME ROLLING DOWN THE PORTSIDE BIG-TIME.

Narrator: UNDETERRED BY THE THREAT OF MASSIVE WAVES,

CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN STEERS THE WIZARD

INTO ARCTIC STORM ELSA'S FROZEN HEART.

TALK ABOUT YEAH! WHOO!

-YEAH, WHOO! -POW, POW! WHOOP, WHOOP!

Keith: RIGHT NOW, I THINK WE'RE ABOUT

IN THE MEAT OF THIS STORM, ELSA.

THE PROBLEM IS IT'S A HUGE STORM,

AND WE'RE GONNA GET THIS FOR PROBABLY

ANOTHER 24 TO 36 HOURS

OF SUSTAINED EAST NORTHEAST HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.

COLD, COLD, COLD.

YOU GUYS ARE GOING GREAT ON THE DECK.

YOU GUYS KEEP GOING ON THE DECK TO GET TO BARE WOOD.

YEAH, IT'S FLAT NASTY OUT HERE.

IT'S BEEN A FEW YEARS SINCE I'VE SEEN ICE LIKE THIS ON THE BOAT.

Roger: YOU KNOW, WE GOT TO TRY TO KEEP A --

KEEP A HANDLE ON THIS ICE BEFORE IT GETS OUT OF CONTROL ON US.

NOT JUST THE CRABBING OUT HERE IS DANGEROUS,

THE WEATHER'S PRETTY DANGEROUS, TOO.

WATCH OUT. WAVE COMING STARBOARD SIDE.

HANG ON, HANG ON!

LOOK OUT!

Man: WHEW!

YEAH, LET'S GO AHEAD AND GET THE GUYS OFF OF THERE.

AS LONG AS IT'S RUNNING, WE'LL FINISH CHIPPING OUT

BEFORE THE NEXT STRING, ALL RIGHT?

COMING UP.

21st OF JANUARY,

AND I GOT ABOUT 10,000 POUNDS OF CRAB ON THIS BOAT.

I MEAN, FOR ME, THIS IS MY FIRST REAL POT OF THE SEASON.

Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT IN THE SOUTH,

KEITH MADE THE 240-MILE TREK TO THE FAR NORTHWESTERN EDGE

OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.

WE'RE UP NEAR THE 60 LINE RIGHT NOW, WHICH IS REALLY FAR NORTH,

RIGHT WHERE WE'VE HAD REALLY HOT FISHING

BEFORE DEEP IN PERVENETS CANYON.

NOW, HE'S COUNTING ON THESE DEEP, REMOTE WATERS

TO JUMP-START HIS SEASON.

IT'S FEAST OR FAMINE HERE.

SO, WE JUST GOT TO PLAY UNTIL WE COME UP WITH SOMETHING UP HERE.

PULL THE FLOATY. COME ON, BABY.

IT'S A GAMBLE COMING WAY UP THE HILL FOR THIS.

AND IT'S A LOT OF WORK, IT'S A LOT OF TIME,

A LOT OF ENERGY JUST TO GET UP WAY UP NORTH WHERE WE'RE AT NOW.

MAYBE WE'LL GET LUCKY.

BIG BOY, BIG BOY.

OH, BOO.

OH, COME ON.

AY.

DOGGONE IT.

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!

YEAH, WELL, THAT FIRST POT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,

I'LL TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW.

WOW. THERE'S ANOTHER BIG ONE.

WHERE DID THAT THING COME FROM?

WE'RE ALSO NOT HAULING FOR CRABS.

AW, MAN.

NOW, THIS IS A PRETTY LOSE-LOSE SCENARIO.

Tyler: Who knows?

THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T PAY ME THE BIG BUCKS.

I STAND OUT ON DECK AND FREEZE MY ASS OFF.

Keith: MY LITTLE HONEY HOLE IN THE CANYON WAS A COMPLETE DUD.

LET'S GET THIS GEAR ON AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE,

MOVE TO AN AREA WHERE HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET WORKING.

Narrator: NO CRAB OR SIGN OF LIFE IN HIS POTS,

THE CAPTAIN IS BACK ON THE HUNT...

OH, BACKDOOR NOW. BACKDOOR!

WHOA!

Narrator: ...UNDER CONSTANT THREAT

FROM ELSA'S BUILDING SEAS.

ONE MORE RIGHT BEHIND IT.

WELL, I THINK THE TIDE'S TURNING A LITTLE BIT,

SO IT'S PROBABLY GONNA GET WORSE, IF THAT'S POSSIBLE.

SO JUST BE PREPARED.

YOU HEAR ME START YELLING, MAN, START RUNNING AND HANGING ON.

WHOA, WHOA.

HERE WE GO.

OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S COMING FOR REAL I THINK.

WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!

Man: LOOK OUT!

WHOA!

Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...

Keith: HERE WE GO.

OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S COMING FOR REAL, I THINK.

WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!

Man: LOOK OUT!

WHERE AM I GONNA GO?

OH. EVERYBODY GOOD?

NOT CHASE.

YEAH, YOU GOT TO HOLD ONTO DUDE.

WILD WEST OUT HERE.

THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A BIG WAVE.

IT CAME IN AND BLINDSIDED US.

WHOA.

Narrator: WHILE THE 5-MAN CREW HAULS A POT...

HEAD'S UP! WHERE AM I GONNA GO?

A 40-FOOT, 16,000 GALLON WALL OF WATER SMASHES WIZARD HEAD ON.

AW.

THAT WOULD HAVE CLEARED THE DECK AND EVERYBODY ON IT

IF I HIT US ON THE STARBOARD SIDE.

YEAH, THAT WAS A BRUISER, MAN.

YOU'RE REALLY NEVER IN SHAPE TO EVER BE OUT HERE

HAULING CRAB POTS,

ESPECIALLY WITH THE WEATHER LIKE THIS.

IT DOES MAKE IT KIND OF FUN, THOUGH.

YOU GOT TO BE ON YOUR TOES. ALL RIGHT.

YOU GOT 38 POTS LEFT TO PUT ON HERE.

JUST GOT TO GET THIS GEAR ON THE BOAT,

THAT'S ALL WE GOT TO DO RIGHT NOW.

JUST GET THE GEAR ON, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

AND I THINK OUR ONLY OPTION'S GO EAST.

GET OUT TO THE EAST AND FIND SOME CRAB IN THE SHALLOWS.

Narrator: 80 MILES EAST,

ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...

WHOO-HOO-HOO.

...THE CREW OF THE MAMMOTH 140-FOOT SOUTHERN WIND

TAKE THEIR PUNISHMENT FROM ELSA'S HATEFUL EMBRACE.

OKAY, WATCH OUT!

WHOA!

THERE WE GO! WE'RE GOOD.

IF ONE OF THOSE WAVES, THE FORCE OF THAT WATER,

IT'LL JUST TAKE YOU WHEREVER YOU WANT IT.

I MEAN, I'VE HAD GUYS DOING IT BEFORE, BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,

SMASH YOUR TEETH.

Narrator: CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON

APPROACHES HIS NEXT STRING,

WITH ONE EYE ON HIS OPILIO POTS

AND THE OTHER HOPING TO SPOT 60-FOOT ROGUE WAVES

BEFORE THEY SPOT HIM.

-AAH! -DOUBLE-SHOT!

OKAY, COMING UP.

YEAH!

Narrator: 62,000 INTO HIS 250,000-POUND QUOTA.

COME ON NOW, COME ON NOW.

Narrator: HARLEY LOOKS FOR HIS NORTHERN HONEY HOLE

TO KEEP PAYING BIG

AND MAKE THEIR BEATINGS WORTH THE PAIN.

MASSIVE ROLLERS GOING THAN A HOUSE, YOU KNOW.

KEEPS YOU ON YOUR TOES FOR SURE.

HERE WE ARE.

YOU GOT TO WANT IT.

OH!

-WHOO! -WHOO!

GONNA BE A LARGE POT.

WHAT'S THE NUMBER ON THAT ONE?

OOH, IT'S TOP-SECRET INFORMATION.

Munsey: SEE THERE'S QUITE A BIT OF SORTING GOING ON.

I DON'T THINK IT WAS AS CLEAN AS THEY THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE.

-150. -150?

OH, BEFORE, THESE WERE LIKE 500.

THAT'S TELLING YOU THE BOTTOM

IS NOT AS PLENTIFUL AS YOU WERE HOPING.

-NO! -SO WEAK.

OH, NO. 60. SIX-ZERO.

60 ON THAT ONE? RIGHT?

THESE ARE JUST A LITTLE TOO SMALL.

WITH MOST OF THE OPILIO IN HIS POTS

COMING UP SMALLER THAN THE 3-INCH MINIMUM.

YESTERDAY, MY CLEANEST AND NICEST CRAB WAS RIGHT AT 72,000.

SAND I THINK I GOT TO GET BACK OVER THERE.

Narrator: THE CAPTAIN PLOTS A COURSE CORRECTION.

I SEE THIS LITTLE TOPOGRAPHICAL MOUND ON MY CHART HERE.

IT'S RIGHT HERE TO THE SOUTHWEST OF ME.

THIS MOUNTAIN LOOKS LIKE A LITTLE HOT DOG.

IF IT COMES UP TO 72,000,

I THINK THAT WE GOT TO GET ON THAT.

HARLEY WILL SHUFFLE HIS GEAR ONTO AN ELEVATED PLATEAU

KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG, COUNTING ON THE SHALLOWER DEPTHS

TO PUT HIM BACK ON THE MEAT.

HERE WE'RE GONNA PUT THIS ONE ON AND GO OVER TO THE HOT DOG.

HOT DIGGITY DOG!

ONCE YOU FIND THEM, YOU GOT TO KEEP ON THEM.

YOU CAN'T LOSE THEM, IT'S NOT WHAT A GOOD FISHERMAN DOES.

PEOPLE COULD BE LUCKY AND STUMBLE ACROSS THEM,

BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE GOOD TO STAY ON THEM.

Narrator: COMING UP...

WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.

HOLD ON. DUDE, BIG WAVE, BIG WAVE!

LOOK OUT!

EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.

HANG ON, GUYS, HANG ON, HANG ON!

HANG ON, HANG ON! AAH!

Narrator: ON THE FAR NORTHERN WATERS,

JUST SPITTING DISTANCE

FROM PUTIN'S IRON FIST IS THE CORNELIA MARIE.

IT'S A CRAB BOAT, CLOSE CALLS HAPPEN A LOT,

THAT ONE I'M THANKFUL DIDN'T TAKE HIM.

COULD HAVE.

HAVING A PICKING HOOK SNAP LIKE THAT IS DANGEROUS.

Narrator: A BROKEN CABLE

LEAVES JOSH AND CASEY UNABLE TO HAUL THEIR POTS.

-Man: WATCH OUT! -Narrator: BUT THEY'RE LUCKY

THE CONSEQUENCES WEREN'T MUCH WORSE.

YOU HAUL 10,000 POTS

AND EVERYTHING IS JUST HUNKY-DORY AND THEN 10,001...

LIGHTS OUT, GAME OVER.

IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENS.

IT MAKES YOU THINK A LITTLE BIT ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

AFTER REVIEWING THE PLAY, THE PICKING HOOK WAS JAMMED

ALL THE WAY UP IN THAT BLOCK, THAT'S WHEN IT SNAPPED.

ONE OF YOU'S GONNA LIFT ME UP TO THE POT WITH THE PICKING BOOM,

AND WE STILL GOT CABLE THROUGH THERE

SO WE CAN SPLICE ANOTHER EYE FOR ANOTHER HOOK.

AS 25-FOOT SEAS HAMMER THE BOAT,

DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN WILL ATTEMPT A HIGH-WIRE ACT

TO THREAD A NEW CABLE THROUGH THE PULLEY

ATOP THE PICKING BOOM.

MULTIMILLION-DOLLAR OPERATION HALTED RIGHT NOW

FROM A $200 CABLE.

WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE, THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO IT. LET'S DO IT.

HOLY , LOOK AT THAT. THERE IS A RAKER COMING IN.

Man: HOLD ON!

STOP!

AAH!

WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!

DOWN SLOW!

TAYLOR IS A BAD-ASS.

, MAN.

THAT WAS SCARY.

THAT WAS SCARY. I DIDN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.

WITH THE LINE THREADED, THE CREW RE-ATTACHES THE HOOK

AND SPOOLS THE SLACK INTO THE DRUM.

HEY!

THE QUICK FIX GETS THE CORNELIA MARIE

BACK IN ACTION.

BUT THE FISHING GROUND STILL FIRMLY IN ELSA'S GRASP,

SWELLS CONTINUE TO BUILD IN HEIGHT AND FREQUENCY.

THE WEATHER'S NOT LOOKING PRETTY,

BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA STOP US FROM FISHING.

WHOO! IF IT GETS REALLY, REALLY BAD,

WE'LL MAKE THAT CALL AT THAT TIME,

BUT UNTIL THEN, I'M GONNA PLAN ON FISH THROUGH ALL OF IT.

YEAH-HA!

JUST 15 MILES SOUTH..,

-WATCH OUT. WATCH OUT! -HOLD ON!

THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET OUT HERE.

WHERE YOU AT?

YEAH!

Narrator: SOUTHERN WIND SKIPPER STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON

SETS INTO MOUNTING UNFORGIVING SEAS.

THERE'S THIS LITTLE MOUND RIGHT HERE, IT'S AT 72,

AND I THINK THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE GOING.

Narrator: COUNTING ON A ROCKY PLATEAU

KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG

TO GET HIS OPILIO SEASON COOKING AGAIN.

OH! WATCH OUT!

IF THEY GET UP ON THAT HOT DOG,

I THINK I'M GONNA FIND SOME BIGGER, CLEAN CRAB.

YEAH.

IF WE FIND THEM LIKE WE DID THAT FIRST SET THROUGH HERE --

WE DID, YOU KNOW, 400 AVERAGE WHICH IS REALLY HIGH NUMBER.

IF I WERE TO LOSE THAT LITTLE BITE OF CRAB THAT I WAS ON,

THAT WOULD BE THE MOST FRUSTRATING THING

THAT COULD HAPPEN IS TO FIND THEM AND THEN TO LOSE THEM.

WITH HARLEY LOOKING TO GET HIS GROOVE BACK,

80 MILES WEST...

OKAY, COMING UP OVER YOUR HEAD!

HEAD'S UP, READY. NO PLAY, NO PLAY.

HEAD'S UP!

Narrator: KEITH TANGOS WITH ELSA'S CHURNING SEAS,

STILL LOOKING FOR THE SPARK HE NEEDS

TO SET HIS OPILIO SEASON ON FIRE.

WE CAME UP WITH NOTHING IN OUR OLD HOT SPOT,

AND WE NEED SOMETHING TO SHOW UP HERE.

GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!

Keith: I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT MAKING THIS MOVE WITH THIS GEAR,

BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY OPTIONS.

NO CRAB OUT WEST, I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT.

GETTING UP SHALLOW.

WE GOT ABOUT 130 POTS ON HERE,

AND WE'VE GOT 70 POTS LEFT DOWN IN THE CANYON.

THERE'S NO WAY I CAN A 200-POT STACK ON THIS BOAT RIGHT NOW,

SO WE'RE LEAN AND MEAN.

Narrator: THE 30-FOOT SEAS

THREATENING THE STABILITY OF HIS VESSEL,

KEITH MUST STACK AND MOVE ALL 200 POTS IN TWO TRIPS,

MITIGATING HIS RISK AS HE CONTINUES TO PERSEVERE

ELSA'S TORTUOUS TENURE.

I'M GONNA CLEAR THE ENTIRE DECK, TURN AROUND,

AND "PEW" RIGHT BACK TO THE CANYON

AND GET THE REST OF THE GEAR.

Man: GO, GO, GO!

HEY, WHO'S THERE, YOU CAN GET THAT?

ROGER! OKAY, GO AND LET IT GO.

ALL GOOD.

EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.

SENT A BUNCH STRANGE AND CHARGE

BACK TO GET THE REST OF THE GEAR.

LET'S START OUR SEASON.

I THINK WE'VE HAD ENOUGH PRACTICE.

TIME TO GO CATCH SOME CRAB.

520 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR...

WHOA!

...ELSA'S UNRELENTING SINGLE-DIGIT TEMPERATURES

AND THUNDERING WAVES ROCK THE CORNELIA MARIE.

THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY WEATHER TO BE HAULING GEAR IN.

WITH THEIR PICKING HOOK RETHREADED,

CASEY AND JOSH ARE BACK TO HAULING POTS.

WE'RE STILL DOING STRONG FISHING-WISE.

POTS ARE COMING UP FULL.

WE JUST HAVE SPRAY COMING ON RIGHT NOW, AND SPRAY SUCKS.

AND WE HAVE BIG ROLLS, AND WITH FULL POTS,

BIG ROLLS SUCK. WHOA.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WATCH OUT.

GET IT?

HOLY .

LOOK AT THAT ONE.

THAT ONE'S TALLER THAN THE MAST.

AAH!

IF WE GET THESE SHUFFLED,

IT'S FISHABLE, SAFELY FISHABLE.

LOOK OUT!

WE'RE NOT GONNA PUSH OUR LUCK ANY FARTHER...

-ROGER! -ALL RIGHT!

Man: DO YOU WANT THEM IN SQUARE?

Narrator: CASEY'S PLAN -- CHANGE COURSE AND RESET HIS GEAR

TO PROTECT HIS FREEZING MEN FROM THE WIND AND WAVES.

Man: GIVE IT A LITTLE TENSION.

HEY! HOLD ON! HOLD ON! HOLD ON! HOLD ON!

! DAMN IT!

Narrator: JUST HOURS AFTER THEIR PICKING LINE SNAPPED...

IT WON'T COME DOWN!

...THE PORTSIDE CRANE SEIZES UP.

Casey: THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.

WHY?

BACK IN THE HARNESS.

IF THAT AIN'T DEDICATION, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

I CAN'T MISS ANY BREAKS TODAY.

Narrator: FOR THE SECOND TIME, DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN

MAKES A PRECARIOUS ASCENT 2 STORIES ABOVE THE ICY DECK.

Man: IT'S BROKEN OFF?

OH, .

WE'RE GONNA DIE IN THIS .

HE SAYS ONE OF THE BOLTS IS BROKEN IN THE TOP HAT.

LIKE, THE TOP OF THAT BOLT HEAD IS MISSING.

IF THAT'S THE CASE, THAT COULD CAUSE THAT THING

TO DROP INSIDE OF THERE.

Narrator: THE BOLTS ON THE ROTO SEAL HAVE SNAPPED CLEAN OFF,

PREVENTING THE ARM FROM ROTATING.

IN OTHER WORDS, THE HYDRAULIC CRANE ARM AIN'T MOVING.

Josh: SO HOW DO WE FIX THAT?

YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE WHOLE THING APART.

SOMETHING WE DO OUT HERE?

YES AND NO.

OHH.

I NEED TO GO LOOK AT THIS.

Narrator: THE TIME AND MONEY LOST

IN A 3-DAY STEAM BACK TO PORT

WOULD TURN CASEY AND JOSH'S FAR NORTH GAMBLE

INTO A LOSING GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE.

Josh: CASEY'S ONE OF THE BEST MECHANICS ON THE PLANET,

SO...

HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET THIS DONE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.

THIS IS, LIKE, DUTCH HARBOR CALLED

THE HYDRAULIC SPECIALIST GUY TO WORK HERE.

RIGHT NOW, WE'RE 480 MILES AWAY FROM DUTCH,

SO WE'RE GONNA TRY TO FIX THIS ON OUR OWN.

Narrator: 10 MILES SOUTH...

Harley: OH, YEAH!

...THE SOUTHERN WINDFIGHTS 30-FOOT SEAS

TO THE TOP OF THEIR STRING.

GRAY, WINDY, BIG WAVES...

THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.

Narrator: AFTER FOLLOWING SIGNS OF LIFE

TO A 72-FATHOM ROCKY PLATEAU KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG...

I BELIEVE, YOU KNOW, FROM THE WAY MY GEAR WAS RUNNING,

AND THE WAY THE CRAB SEEMED TO BE MOVING,

THAT THERE WAS GONNA BE SOME NICE, CLEAN CRAB UP IN THERE.

...HARLEY'S COUNTING ON THIS SET TO REWARD THE PUNISHMENT

HIS CREW HAS TAKEN ON DECK

WITH A TANK-STUFFING RUN OF LOADED POTS.

OKAY, HERE IT COMES.

FIRST POT COMING UP, GUYS.

SEE HOW IT GOES.

Danny: PULLING THE FIRST POT!

WE JUST RAN SOME GEAR DOWN TO THE HOT DOG...

...HOPING THAT WE GET -- IT LOOKS GOOD.

WE'LL SEE HOW IT WORKS OUT.

THIS ISN'T THAT LONG A SOAK, EITHER.

I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT? LIKE, 17 HOURS?

HERE IT COMES, BABY!

HOT POT!

Narrator: THIS WEEK,

"SALTY TAKES" GOES BEHIND THE SCENES.

WELL, THE CAMERA GUY'S

KIND OF PUTTING HIMSELF AT RISK RIGHT NOW.

HE'S TRYING TO CLEAN THE DECK CAMERA.

Narrator: A STORM ENDANGERS LIVES...

WE HAVEN'T HAD MUCH OF A SHOT ON THAT CAMERA FOR A WHILE

BECAUSE IT'S BEEN COVERED IN ICE.

...AND CAMERA LENSES.

Narrator: WHEN MOTHER NATURE'S MAD,

SHE GIVES NO RELIEF TO FISHERMEN...

-NO WAY! -Producer: YEAH.

WHAT HAPPENED?

...OR CAMERA CREW.

Narrator: GOTTA LOVE AN EQUAL OPPORTUNIST.

Narrator: THANKS, ELSA.

Keith: WE GET A LITTLE WINDSHIELD WIPER

ON THAT OR SOMETHING.

Narrator: WELL, LOOK WHO'S MADE THEIR WAY TO THE POLL POSITION.

NOW LET'S SEE IF THEY CAN HOLD ON TO THEIR ADVANTAGE.

Narrator: ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...

THIS ISN'T THAT LONG A SOAK, EITHER.

I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT? LIKE, 17 HOURS?

...AFTER CHASING THE CRAB TO A 72-FATHOM UNDERWATER PLATEAU

CALLED THE HOT DOG,

CAPTAIN "HARLEY" DAVIDSON AND HIS STORM-DRENCHED CREW

LOOK FOR ANY SIGN THAT THEY ARE BACK ON THE BIOMASS.

Man: HERE IT COMES, BABY! HOT POT!

WHOO!

IT'S A WINNER!

YEAH!

OH, YEAH!

THERE'S A LOT OF CRAB THERE, MAN.

Narrator: THE VETERAN'S FIRST SERVING ON THE HOT DOG

COMES UP WITH ALL THE FIXINGS.

YEAH!

HOLY .

THERE'S A COUPLE OF CRAB IN THERE.

I THINK THAT'S PROBABLY CLOSE TO A 500.

Harley: NICE, BIG, CLEAN CRAB.

THESE THINGS ARE PRETTY SOLID.

FOUR...FOUR...ZERO.

4-4-0.

OKAY. OKAY.

THAT'S STILL PRETTY GOOD. I'LL TAKE THAT EVERY DAY.

SECOND ONE COMING UP.

OH, YEAH!

OH, WOW!

JEEZ, MAN! THAT'S A GOOD ONE.

THAT WAS A HUGE POT RIGHT THERE.

BIG TABLE FULL OF CRABS.

Man: WHOO-HOO!

FOUR-SEVEN-ZERO.

RIGHT! GOOD DEAL!

Man: AW!

Narrator: AFTER DAYS OF FREEZING WINDS AND CRUSHING WAVES...

-WHOO! -ANOTHER WINNER, MAN.

...CAPTAIN HARLEY PUTS HIS CREW BACK ON THE MEAT.

SEE IF WE CAN GET 600 OUT OF THIS ONE.

OKAY. LOOK AT THAT! GOD!

HOLY !

Munsey: HOT DOG'S WORKING OUT JUST FINE.

Narrator: 10 MILES NORTH...

...ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...

Man: THERE'S TOO MUCH ICE. THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ALIGNMENT.

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH LIGHT.

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ANYTHING.

LIKE, I PHYSICALLY CAN'T DO IT.

...CRAMPED INSIDE THE 3-FOOT WIDE BASE,

CO-CAPTAIN CASEY McMANUS RACES TO FIX THE PORTSIDE CRANE.

Narrator: VIBRATIONS CAUSED BY A BROKEN BOLT

SHOOK THE CRANE'S ROTATING MECHANISM LOOSE FROM ITS SEAT.

THE BALANCE FOR A SEASON HANGS IN THIS FIX.

Narrator: IT'S UP TO CASEY TO RESECURE THE LOOSE PARTS

TO AVOID FURTHER DAMAGE

AND GET THE CRANE AND THEIR SEASON BACK ONLINE.

Josh: WELL, MY DAD SAYS

THERE'S THREE TYPES OF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD --

PEOPLE THAT WATCH HAPPEN,

THERE'S PEOPLE THAT MAKE HAPPEN,

AND THERE'S PEOPLE THAT WONDER WHAT THE JUST HAPPENED.

DON'T BE NUMBER 3.

Man: YEAH?

-Casey: ALL RIGHT. -THERE!

HOW WE DOING THERE, CAP?

LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE TESTING IT RIGHT NOW.

Josh: WE GOT IT FIXED.

Man: WHOO!

Casey: IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,

BUT WE SHOULD BE IN A POSITION NOW

WHERE ALL THE FUNCTIONS SHOULD WORK AGAIN.

Narrator: JOSH AND CASEY MAY HAVE PUT

THEIR EQUIPMENT PROBLEMS BEHIND THEM...

GETTING BY 30, 35-FOOT SEAS OUT HERE,

SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES.

...BUT THE ICE-COLD FURY OF ELSA ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE.

CRAB FISHING WASN'T INTENSE ALREADY,

THEN YOU ADD THIS TO IT --

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, IT'S GETTING REAL.

Casey: MARKS THE END TO A REALLY DAY.

Narrator: 70 MILES WEST...

...ON THE WIZARD...

ONE'S COMING BACK THERE, BACK SIDE, BACKDOOR, BACKDOOR.

...CAPTAIN KEITH BARRELS THROUGH

WHAT HAVE GROWN TO BE 40-FOOT SEAS,

STACKING ON THE SECOND HALF OF HIS GEAR

TO COMPLETE HIS MOVE TO SHALLOWER EASTERN WATERS.

EVERY FEW MINUTES, WE'RE GETTING A PRETTY GOOD SIZE WAVE

COME ROLLING THROUGH HERE THAT'S LITERALLY COMING THE WORK ZONE,

OVER THE PORTSIDE, OVER THE BOW.

Man: OH, NO!

Keith: JUST GOTTA GET THIS GEAR ON THE BOAT.

THAT'S ALL WE GOTTA DO RIGHT NOW.

NOT GONNA BE A NICE RIDE BACK UP THE HILL.

Narrator: BUT THE POWER OF ELSA TURNS EVERY MILE

INTO A RELENTLESS, FROZEN GAUNTLET.

Keith: RIGHT NOW, I'M JUST ONE POT AT A TIME.

YO.

HAUL ONE...

...TRY AND KEEP THE GUYS SAFE AND STACK IT.

HAUL ONE...

...KEEP 'EM SAFE, GET IT STACKED.

I THINK I'M GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.

YES, I'M GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.

WHOA!

THAT WAS GONNA TAKE YOU THE OUT.

Keith: GOD, THAT WAVE ON THE PORTSIDE'S A MONSTER.

IT'S GONNA THROW THE BOAT OVER. DAMN IT.

LOOK AT THAT WAVE OUT YOUR SIDE, GUYS.

HANG ON, GUYS! HANG ON! HANG ON!

HANG ON! HANG ON!

Man: AAH! AAH!

DARN IT. WE GOT ONE GUY DOWN.

GIVE ME A HEAD COUNT. WE GOT FIVE GUYS, RIGHT?