Mike Corey

Dozens of fish per skate, adding up to hundreds of pounds.

As Bob wrestles another fish off a hook, he hears Mike call out.

Hey Cap, how much fish does one of these bins hold?

Hell yeah, we got two full already.

Just started a third.

Once each bin is full, the crew ices it down, then lowers it into the hold.

They work at breakneck speed, gutting fish, icing them, then cleaning the skates and coiling the lines so they can throw out more sets.

But as they work, Bob starts to notice a problem.

With all that fish in their hold, the Le Conti is riding lower in the water.

And after hours of calm seas, the swells are starting to pick up again.

The bigger waves are crashing over the railings, sending spray across the decks and into the engine room.

Giggy Mork calls out.

Somebody turn on the bilge pump.

While Mike scrambles below deck, Bob watches David Hanlon stagger to the railing and puke over the side.

He feels bad for the poor guy.

Bob can tell from the way he baits his hooks and coils his lines that Hanlon is a seasoned deckhand, but even old timers can still get seasick.

Mike emerges from the engine room cursing.

That goddamn pump is useless.

It's not keeping up.

Gigi motions for Mike and Bob to follow him.