The deck of every Deadliest Catch crab boat is the scene of a set of dances. The waves themselves dance across the deck, gracefully washing it, or sweeping it with powerful strokes. The slender cranes do their dance in the air above. The crab fishermen move rhythmically through the beat of their work, using a separate and original dance for setting and for pulling their pots. Last, but not least, there is a single cameraman, who has to perform his own dangerous dance in sync with all others. On the North American, our deck cameraman is Marc Carter.
Today was a big day for the North American, and for Marc. A wave swept across the rail and hit Mark directly in the chest. It knocked him down and it drug him at least 15 feet across the deck before he managed to roll up, shaking the salt water off of his lens. Once the danger had passed, he looked up and spied me filming him from above. I simply nodded to him and smiled. I had caught the whole thing on tape. It was a lucky shot.
As the East winds howled and the resulting high seas continued to toss the boat, the crew of the North American headed inside for a meal. With a hold-full of crab, the fishing was now over, for a while at least. We would have to unload in order to continue fishing. As our bow turned and began to steam south, the boat began rolling back and forth sharply. We were now “in the ditch”, running in the trough between the waves. As a result, the strong seas would be hitting us from the side during our entire journey back to Dutch. It was going to be a long trip!
Fighting to keep his food from sliding off his plate, cameraman Marc, was taking heat from the crew. They joked about his wide-open eyes as he fell down when he got washed across the deck. They also were kidding him about “his second career”, as an actor – everyone knew that Marc had brought a DVD of his independent film, “Last Stop for Paul,” on board. Now that the run to Dutch had begun, the crew of the North American had finally found the perfect time to watch it. Marc put his DVD into the player while the crew continued eating.
Since we had begun fishing for opilio, this was the first time that everyone had taken a real pause. As time passed, the rocking of the boat became more soothing. Captain Sten was stretched across one side of the galley’s bench. The other deckhands were sprawled about, even lying on the floor. We were all laughing and jibing Marc about his acting, but we were also really enjoying his film. It was as light-hearted a time as any that has ever passed on a crab boat. For a brief moment we had all forgotten the Bering Sea.
Up in the wheelhouse Davin Ness was on watch. He was our sentinel. With the waves still pounding the side of the boat he kept a vigilant watch. He knew that the Bering Sea had not forgotten about us. Davin looked out the back door of the wheelhouse. The constant wash of waves across the deck was beginning to take a toll on the deck-boards. Several boards had broken loose and other larger pieces, whole segments were loosening up fast. The pounding of the sea continued to keep the beat. With 100 miles left to go, the integrity of the wooden deck was failing. This was the beginning of the dance of destruction.
Photo: Marc Carter/DCL
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