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A Test of Resolve: Greenhorn’s Trial and a Battle Against the Sea

The Bering Sea roared around the vessel, tossing it like a toy in the waves. The crew braced themselves, faces taut with focus and fatigue.

“I’m so excited,” the captain declared, a spark of hope cutting through the tension. “We need some crab.”

As the pots came aboard, spirits lifted.
“420! Alright, that’s pretty good fishing. We’ll take that,” he said with a nod. “If I can keep this gear on this kind of fish, we’ll fill the boat in about five and a half days. Not bad.”

The crew reset the pots, working with practiced efficiency even as 25-foot seas slammed against the deck.
“Get ready!” the captain shouted over the wind.

Amid the chaos, the greenhorn prepared for her first grind—a grueling 18-hour shift. This was her initiation, her proving ground.
“This is her first real shift,” the captain explained. “She’s going to be really tired after this one.”

She dove in, fighting nerves and the punishing weather. Waves crashed over the deck, soaking her to the bone.
“It’s kind of scary,” she admitted, her voice steady despite the fear. “But I’m having fun—still a lot of fun.”

Her determination didn’t go unnoticed.
“She’s not complaining,” the captain said, admiration creeping into his tone. “Look at her—soaking wet, working her ass off. She’s tougher than a lot of guys I’ve hired in the past.”

The greenhorn chopped bait, stuffed the jug, and sliced through the stench of codfish with relentless focus. Not a single complaint escaped her lips.
“She’s showing no signs of cracking,” the captain observed.

But then, the unthinkable happened.

A water sensor in the bow tripped, and the alarm blared.
“Hey, we got a bomb down here!” a crew member yelled. “I need a hand!”

A rogue 25-foot wave had struck the vessel, damaging a 10-year-old pipe in the bow. Water gushed in, flooding the space and threatening the ship’s integrity.
“There’s a crack in the pipe,” another voice confirmed, tension heavy in the air.

The pipe was crucial, part of the intake system that recycled water for the massive crab tanks. The floodwaters rose, threatening to overwhelm the vessel.
“This is one of the most serious issues we can have,” the captain said grimly.

Without a spare pipe onboard, the crew had no choice but to attempt a makeshift repair.
“Wrap it with rubber, tighter than hell,” the captain ordered. “Wire it with stainless steel. We’ve got no room for error here.”

The team sprang into action, their movements quick and deliberate. Every second counted as they wrestled with the damaged pipe.
“If that crack gets worse, it’ll be a full-blown emergency,” the captain warned, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The crew fought the sea’s relentless assault, securing the patch with layer upon layer of rubber and clamps. It wasn’t elegant, but it held. For now.

“Good job, guys,” the captain said, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “It looks solid.”

Despite the crisis, the greenhorn remained steadfast.
“She kept her head in the game,” the captain said, impressed. “She’s proven she can handle this.”

As the boat steadied and the crew returned to their duties, the Bering Sea loomed in the distance—untamed, relentless, and waiting for its next challenge.