Bill: FIRST POT, FIRST STRING. HERE WE GO.

SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

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I NEED TO SEE SOME LIFE IN THIS FIRST TWO STRINGS.

COME ON, BABY. SPARK FOR ME, HERE.

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AW, MAN.

UGH!

TWO CRAB, ZERO-TWO.

THAT'S NO GOOD.

TEENS, BABY. GET ME SOME TEENS.

OHHHHHH! NOT GOOD.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

ONE.

I GOT, LIKE...

LIKE, A CRAZY STRESS HEADACHE.

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LOOK OUT!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

COME ON! COME ON!

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[ GROANS ]

OH, THE BERING SEA -- SHE'S GETTING PISSY!

YEAH, I HAD -- [LAUGHS] I NEEDED BOTH HANDS.

I COULDN'T YELL.

I HAD ONE ON THE JOG AND ONE ON THE THROTTLE.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

[BLEEP]

OH! OH, NOOOO!

ZERO!

SCRAMBLING FOR 1,000 CRAB.

AS THE HOURS CLICK ON, IT'S HARDER AND HARDER

TO CATCH [BLEEP]

IT IS A NARROW BAND, I'LL TELL YOU.

Narrator: BILL'S PRODUCTIVE POCKET OF CRAB IS ON THE MOVE.

AW, I DON'T KNOW, I'D BE FOOLISH

NOT TO RE-BAIT THIS THING, I GUESS.

Narrator: STACKING ON AND STEAMING TO NEW GROUNDS

COULD TAKE DAYS.

YOU KNOW, LEAVE IT IN THE LUNCH ROOM.

WE'RE GONNA BAIT THEM.

WE'RE GONNA RUN THEM FOR A COUPLE MILES

AND RIDE THIS THING BACK IN HERE,

AND THEN WE'LL JUST START IN THE MORNING

AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.

Narrator: INSTEAD, THE CAPTAIN WILL SHUFFLE HIS POTS...

AAAH!

...CHASING WHAT'S LEFT OF THE SMALL SCHOOL.

-WE'RE GONNA STAY HERE... -WHOO!

Nick: ...A LITTLE BIT LONGER.

WE JUST WORK UNTIL CAPTAIN WILD BILL TELLS US TO STOP,

AND THEN WE STOP.

IT'S CRAB FISHING.