Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 16, Episode 2 - Typhoon Hagibis - full transcript

The thing about being
a crab captain,

it's about decisions.

Anchorwoman: You're looking at
footage of typhoon hagibis

that made landfall
just southwest of tokyo.

♪

that's a big one coming.

It's been a few years since
I've been in a storm out here.

Anchorwoman: 70 people
have lost their lives,

and those numbers
are still climbing.

You can stop and anchor up
and run and hide,

but you ain't
gonna pay no bills.



Whoo!

Typhoon hagibis just
came out of nowhere.

Now it's ripping.

I can try to keep crab
coming onboard

to keep this business
going no matter what.

Whoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

[ cheering ]

but that can be
devastatingly wrong.

Yeah.

Ooh, watch out.

Aah! Aah!

Oh, no.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

-oh, boy.
-Hang on.



Damn it!

Watch out.

You okay?

At the end of the day, you have
to make that call as a captain

to order men to go out
and possibly die,

and that's the scariest thing
about this job.

You don't have a choice.

captions paid for by
discovery communications

♪

♪

[ thunder crashes ]

crab prices are at
an all time high,

but we do have
russian competition.

♪

narrator: Only days
into the fall season...

For us, right now, it's all
about getting the crab

to market as fast as we can.

[ cheering ]

[ speaking russian ]

narrator: ...A complete revamp
of the russian quota system

pits the rusky's armada against
the alaskan crab fleet...

-Yeah!
-Whoo!

Narrator:
...Turning the crab grounds

into a veritable drag race

where the first to deliver
claim the highest price.

We're already in a race,
you know?

Now you've got this typhoon
coming at you,

so we really want
to get the crab caught

before it's too late.

Narrator:
And now, 950 miles wide,

typhoon hagibis thunders
east from the sea of japan

into the bering sea,

threatening to grind
american production to a halt.

Come on, clear, clear, clear.

Narrator: Already churning up
30 foot seas

on the western king grounds,

forecasts threaten
a punishing onslaught

of five-story high waves,

fueled by 140 knot
hurricane-force winds.

And that's why we are not
putting a crew on a deck

right now.

Narrator: As the typhoon
steamrolls the seas...

I have to stand down and wait
for the storm to pass.

Narrator:
...Skippers must choose --

seek shelter from the storm...

Male automated voice:
Widespread storm force winds

with hurricane force gusts
are likely over the...

Oh, watch out.
Oh, lordy. Oh, lordy.

Narrator:
...Or face the monster head-on.

♪

in dutch harbor,

on the southern edge
of the storm...

The whole house is vibrating
and shaking from wind.

Narrator: ...Cornelia marie
co-captain josh harris

tracks the typhoon's path.

Wind's getting stronger
and stronger and stronger

and it's supposed to be
throughout the day.

Narrator: While below deck,
co-captain casey mcmanus

makes final repairs to their
failed port side main engine.

[ machine starts ]

narrator: Engines running,

the cornelia
is ready to launch.

We're excited. We're antsy
to get off the dock,

but 40 to 50-foot seas
out there,

apparently, is what we hear.

Narrator: Just in time to get
rocked by the building storm.

If we didn't have the pressure
from the russian market,

I'd think about waiting
for another day or two.

Right now,
we need a big payday

after we just dumped
$1 million bucks into the boat.

We've got to beat
these guys out.

Have to.

It's time.

Let's get out of here.
All right boys, let's go.

We're going fishing!

Narrator: On the heels
of a minuscule offload...

Man: Whoo!

Narrator: ...And with
a mammoth 70,000 pounds

of quota left to catch,

the young captains trade
the safety of the harbor --

with weather like this,
the butterflies

are just
turning knots right now.

Narrator: ...For the treacherous
12-hour steam

into the maw of the storm.

Pucker factor is gonna be
at an all-time high today.

Dear lord, please help us
for the ass whooping

we're about to receive.

Narrator: 190 miles
northeast of dutch harbor,

palling on the eastern side
of typhoon hagibis,

is the 107-foot saga.

♪

it's gonna start getting worse
and worse and worse.

It's violent.
It's scary out there.

[ gagging ]

I currently have my teeth
in my hands

so I can puke,
so I don't loose my teeth.

Then I give them
a little salt water rinse,

and put them back in.

It kills the taste of puke.
Good job, jake.

♪

narrator: Captains jake anderson
and johnathan hillstrand

have one more tank
to fill before

they can head to dock
and escape the typhoon's wrath.

We're gonna fish through this
storm as cautiously as I can.

♪

I've got a kid on the way,
I just became a boat owner,

so I have big bills.

♪

the best price goes to the guys
who get to the dock first,

and it's gonna be us
this time.

This is our chance.

It's our chance right now,

and we're not running
from nothing.

Well, the russian boats
are not shutting down,

I guarantee you that.

Narrator:
Certain that the larger,

more industrialized
russian vessels will fish

through the gale...

Ah!

I am telling you,
it's a bit rough.

Narrator:
...Some american skippers

make their stand
against hagibis.

Jake: All right,
this is the first pod.

♪

and here we go.

♪

I know that king crab typically
will move a mile per day

to the west
at this time of season,

so I've set a string
towards the west there.

Perfect. That's the way
they love to run.

In all my years,
I know nothing except for

if they're there, they're there,
and when they're not,

they're not there.

♪

come on, crabs.

♪

coming up.

♪

whoo. [ laughs ]

roll it!

Oh, matt,
tell me how it looks.

That was a good pot, captain.

Yeah, baby.

You need
a bigger table, jake.

Let's get these [bleep] aboard.

We've got to get this done.
We've only got, like, 43 more.

[ laughs ]

I love you, brother.
I love you, anderson.

You just hope it can continue.

[ laughs ]

♪

whoo-hoo!

Narrator: The reward for fishing
through towering waves...

Oh, baby. Bring home the meat!

Narrator: ...Staggering hauls
of enormous king crab.

-Yeah.
-[bleep]

90, dude.

You can really smell
how gritty it is out here.

[ laughs ]

♪

wind's picking up now.

It is blowing it
right off the top.

[ laughs ]

getting nautical.

-[bleep]
-watch out.

[ speaks indistinctly ]
watch out.

It's all right, I got it.
Let it go.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

I don't know how much longer
I can continue hauling safely,

but I'm gonna try like hell.

♪

it's big risks,
but it's big money.

I think we can keep hauling
and just got to keep watching.

I've got to travel with these
big 20 footers

on my side like this.

-Watch out. Watch out, matt.
-Watch out. Watch out, guys.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

watch out. [bleep].

-[bleep]
-you guys okay?

Narrator:
On the saga bandit...

Watch out. Watch out, matt.
Watch out, watch out.

Watch out, watch out.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

watch out. [bleep].

♪

you guys okay?

[bleep] [bleep]

everybody okay?

-You all right?
-We're good. We're good.

Well, that woke me up.
Coming up the hard, boss.

♪

yeah, we got this.
Just take it one wave at a time.

Narrator: A towering 30-foot
rogue wave...

[ speaks indistinctly ]

narrator: ...Overwhelms
the port side wall...

Watch out, watch out.

Narrator: ...Jolting the deck,
sending greenhorn tony avelino

hauling for stable ground.

Should we start thinking
about stopping?

They got this, man.
Let's keep the train moving.

Choo-choo.

Is he okay?

He's gonna be fine.

These guys can pick
up the slack.

♪

time out.

Johnny's going to jog,

and will you guys
bring tony inside?

I'm sending him in right now.

Yeah, bring tony in and go out
and we'll just get through.

We'll just do
what we can do.

Narrator: Jake relinquishes
the helm to his co-captain

to ensure his greenhorn
is still fit for duty.

♪

you okay?

-When we hit the wave?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Think you broke it?
It looks pretty messed up.

-Yeah.
-Don't worry. Just take a rest.

All right, man.

All right,
get your clothes off.

I'm letting him go back on deck
right now,

especially in this weather.
No way.

Now I'm shorthanded,
I got a four-man deck.

♪

I don't know what is
gonna come.

If it's gonna get worse?
Is it gonna stay like this?

I need another 7,000 pounds

before I can even think
about stopping,

so I have to fish
through this storm.

Narrator: With her tanks
only half full...

You can't ever stop
and you can't ever give up.

Narrator: ...The saga's block
keeps on turning.

Just one pot at a time,
brother.

♪

narrator: 60 miles north,

also on the eastern side
of typhoon hagibis,

is the 148-foot southern wind.

♪

seas are building.

They're 30, 35.

I didn't expect it
to come this early.

That's the bering sea,
it surprises you.

Narrator: Captain steve
"harley" davidson

fights through waters
he muscled away from the saga.

♪

matt, watch out!

♪

...So if we can keep
this going

this is gonna be
a good day, man.

Narrator: At the start
of the season...

♪

yeah, there it goes.
Ghost string, man. Incognito.

Narrator:
Harley submerged his buoys

and set his aptly named

ghost string right under
the saga's nose...

Those buoys are popping up
everywhere.

Southern wind set you down
right on top of you.

Narrator: ...Driving jake
and john off their hotspots...

Now the huckleberry patch
is mine.

Narrator:
...Claiming it for his own.

[ cheering ]

saga's out of here.
They took off.

Narrator: Now the captain
bears down on the grounds

he bullied his way into,

ready to make them
cough up more lunch money.

First one, here we go.

♪

don't realize how windy it is

until you throw your hook
out there

and it blows 40 feet
the other way.

Here we go!
First pot coming around.

Let's see what we got!

Come on, baby!

♪

damn. Nothing.

Uh-oh.

Got to do better than that.

♪

not good.

Bitch. Bitch.

♪

I bet you there'll be
something somewhere.

♪

just have to wait and see.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.

That's not very promising.

Freaking damn it.

Narrator: Harley squeezes
the former saga grounds

for all they're worth,

only to find they've
already been squeezed dry.

♪

all right, guys. We got to get
this stuff on board.

This isn't gonna work.
Just stack the stuff on.

Let's get out of here.

Narrator: The veteran captain
must haul, stack,

and move his entire
220-pot load

in the screaming gale

and search for more grounds
to plunder.

I can't believe that we're not
gonna be successful here.

Go down, down, down, down.

Ready?

♪

group:
[ shouting indistinctly ]

something's happening
with the launcher.

What's going on down there?

Steve, we got a broken
hydraulic haul.

Stop! Stop!

♪

narrator: On the southern wind,
210 miles east

of the treacherous eye wall
of typhoon hagibis.

Stop! Stop!

Steve, we got
a broken hydraulic haul.

Oh, no.

Yo, [bleep].

We got to
get out of here then.

Narrator: While stacking gear
in the 30-foot

typhoon-whipped seas...

It's the steel tube.

It's the tube itself?

Why couldn't it break
at the end of the last pot?

Narrator: ...The first
hydraulic line on the launcher

disables the clamps
that secure the pots...

Oh, god.

Narrator: ...Shutting down
captain harley's operation.

That stainless tube
got pinched,

and it goes up through here
to our dogs.

That's what was spraying
the hydraulic oil on the crabs,

so we can't have that.

Harley: We got to haul the rest
of these pots,

we got to stack them,
and we got to get out of here.

Now I can't even move with

the freaking hydraulic
shut down.

Somebody else is getting
on the crab and I'm not.

I mean,
this is frustrating as hell.

♪

see what he says.

Narrator: Undetected,
stealth master harley

eavesdrops on a radio call
between two

unsuspecting skippers.

Harley: Might get a little bit
of valuable information here.

[ laughs ]

narrator: Just southwest...

Narrator:
...On the northwestern...

Narrator: ...Sig hansen compares
notes with another captain.

But their private conversation
is not so private.

Sig: We're doing all right.

-Oh, yeah!
-Yeah, buddy!

There's a lot of volume
in there. That looked good.

Sig: This typhoon,
it's just gonna get worse.

Man: Oh, yeah.

I might just have to stop
and just work my way

down to the beach
and just wait it out.

Roger, roger.
I'll see you in town.

All right.

Sig: We're done.
I'm out of here.

Narrator:
The storm only intensifying,

sig makes for dutch harbor...

Harley: I've been watching
sig here on the ais.

Narrator: ...Leaving
his hotspot unguarded.

He's got some crab
and I can still use some crab.

♪

-[bleep].
-Hey, up! Down.

His mom and my mother-in-law
are best friends.

♪

-we good?
-It's all fixed up now.

But give me crab,

that's number one for me.

Narrator:
To beat the russians...

Harley: No brainer.

Narrator:
...Business trumps friendship.

All right...

Narrator: ...And with
his hydraulics fixed...

Man: No slip. No drip.
No errors.

Narrator: ...Harley picks up
his remaining pots...

I need that stacked
nice and tight.

Narrator: ...And speeds toward
the crab that sig left behind.

Yeah.

[ laughing ]

♪

man: The eastern tropical low

is currently taking advantage
of us remains on track

to rapidly intensify.

Narrator: As hagibis tears
across the bering sea,

just 75 miles
south of the typhoon's core.

Man: Widespread storm force
winds with hurricane force gusts

are likely over
the marine areas near...

Narrator: The crew
of the cornelia marie

gets right with their maker
before facing the deadly storm.

Maria: Everyone bow their heads.
Hats off, please.

Dear heavenly father,
thank you for bringing us

all together here.

Please keep us safe.

Thank you so much for giving us
this opportunity to be here.

In your name, amen.

All: Amen.

Be safe out there guys.
Watch your ass.

Don't put your hands anywhere
you wouldn't put your pecker.

Whoo-hoo!

♪

whoa!

I'm scared [bleep]
I don't know.

♪

I have no nails left to bite.

So I'm gonna start biting
into my flesh here shortly,

I think.

Narrator:
Captains josh and casey

charge into the jaws
of hagibis,

to snatch the pots
they left soaking a week before.

♪

fantastic.

Ready?

Right now,
we need a 200 average

to finish our quota
in one string.

[ laughs ]

I don't think that's
gonna happen,

but if we get 30
or 40 out of them,

I'd be extremely happy.

Narrator: Forced to the dock

by a failed port side
main engine...

Pma. Positive mental
attitude, baby.

Goes a long way.

Narrator: ...The young skippers
need a miracle,

to even rank in the race,
between russia and the us of a.

♪

all right, guys.
First pot coming up.

♪

been in town stressing
about in this moment.

♪

wondering if we actually
left them on something.

I hope we did.

♪

oh!

What do you got?
What do we got?

See the moment of truth.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Whoo!
-Atta boy. Whoo! Atta boy.

-It's got something in it.
-All right.

Yeah, they look big, too.
This is good.

We'll see what the numbers
come out like.

♪

42. 42's good.

See first pot's liar.

Narrator: With the dock price
per pound soaring,

42 crab means a minimum
of $3,500 in their pocket.

-Yeah!
-Hey!

Wow.

What the [bleep].

Oh, man. We could be
in some good stuff.

♪

boom. Oh.

Beats the hell
out of our first trip.

♪

we might pull a rabbit out of
our hat off this one after all.

Narrator: Despite
the typhoons' assault...

[ cheering ]

the cornelia marie snares big
numbers from the roiling seas...

...Putting a hefty dent,
in the nearly 70,000 pounds

they need, to claim
top dollar at the dock.

Sorry, guys.

They're earning
their money today.

Hell, yeah.

Boom.

♪

where is everybody else?

Did they all go in
for the storm or something?

Or stay in? [ laughs ]

♪

as long as we can
keep that up,

we'll be done and over
with this in no time.

-Holy [bleep].
-Oh, boy.

Watch out, taylor.
Watch out, watch out.

Hang on.

♪

wow.

Son of a bitch.

[ speaks indistinctly ]

[ alarm blaring ]

where did that one come from?

[bleep]

everybody okay?

[ alarm stops ]

that was a big one.

Anybody get wet
on that last one?

That's the biggest wave
we've taken with

this wheel house.
It hasn't been redone yet so.

That had to be at least
35 to 38 feet.

That was -- it touched the top
of the wheel house

and then some.

Oh, yeah!

That's what we signed up for.
Signed up for this stuff.

♪

this is the first time
this crew's ever fished

together in weather like this.

As far as I can tell,
they're doing a fantastic job.

♪

I see a lot of smiles.

There's probably a lot
of wet underwear out there,

but nobody's bitching.

Everybody's still working.

Maria: Whoo!

Narrator: Soaked long johns
be damned.

Whoa!

Mother nature is making us
earn our keep today.

-Yay!
-Yeah.

Narrator:
The cornelia presses on.

Whoo!

God blessed us with
a dab of crab on the town.

So I will take it and smile.

Be thankful for what you get.
Remain humble and hungry.

We're not stopping
until it's done.

Narrator: Coming up...

-Let's do it, boys.
-Whoo!

Sig milked that dog long enough.
It's my turn.

Let's get some, barry.

Watch your rope.
Watch your rope.

Watch out.
You got to watch out.

Whoo!

♪

narrator:
Northwest of dutch harbor...

Harley: Here we are.

Narrator: ...After a 200-mile
slog through the storm,

the southern wind arrives
in the southwest corner

of typhoon hagibis.

Harley:
There's his pot right there.

You know who that is,

mr. Sig hansen from
the northwestern.

There's that missing
right down his string.

Narrator: Listening in on
a private radio conversation

between sig hansen
and a fellow skipper...

I kind of gathered that they had
some decent fishing.

Narrator: ...Captain harley
learned sig's moved off

hot fishing
to wait out the storm...

Nobody's here.
I can whip through now.

Now, it's my playground.

Narrator: ...Letting harley
sneak in unchallenged.

The southern wind's a weapon
when this --

that's what it's made for.

You get a little wind like this,
it'll shut down people.

That's when we can make hay.

♪

we're gonna lace it
with all of our gear.

Take everything in here
and steal some crab

out from under these guys.

Harley: Go ahead.
We'll set this one.

♪

whoa.

Whoo!

Whoa!

Just stealing crab.

♪

it can do this.

It just gonna be a little
harder on the guys to hang on,

stand up.

♪

we got to get something done.

We can't just take
a day off here.

Got to go for it.

Just pilling in on top of them.

Like a game of twister.

Harley: Old sig.

Narrator:
165 miles northeast...

Narrator:
...Captain johnathan battles

30 foot breakers,
just 75 miles south

of the typhoon's
vicious center.

If it was easy,
grandma would be here

and you'd see her out the window
driving by with her friends,

but grandma's not here.

♪

narrator:
Down below captain jake

rallies the troops
before they charge

once more into the tempest.

So soon as you guys get ready,

you guys can go up
in the forefeet

if you want to shut the door.

It's that bad, I got to go
in there and shut the door?

Well, you don't have
to shut the door,

but I'm just saying
maybe you want.

[ laughter ]

why is it in this job that
everybody laughs and smiles,

like laughing on the way
to the gallows' pole

is a sign of insanity.

Johnathan:
I need to top off.

Narrator: Just 10,000 pounds shy
of filling their tanks...

I have two choices,

jog or make money,

and both of those
are gonna be miserable,

but at least one of them
has a pay off.

Narrator: ...The saga boys
go blow for blow with hagibis.

♪

doesn't get any nastier
than this, man.

Just got to be careful.

Here comes a big one.
Watch it, ro.

♪

[ bleep ]

I'm gonna start running,
it's gonna get a little wild.

♪

you ready?

♪

yeah, get some.
Whoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Nice job, nice getting
that thing on board, man.

That's a good pot, man.

If they keep coming up
like this,

we're gonna be golden.

♪

41. 4-1.

Nice, nice, nice.

It's all you, joe.

Oh, yeah, johnny.

-We got one good one, bud --
-johnny, look at this one.

Yeah, baby. Thank you, sir.
May I have another?

[bleep] awesome, man.
I love it.

Roger.

41, 38, 40.

This string is fire, man.

Narrator: The reward for going
toe-to-toe with a typhoon,

a 40 per-pot average.

Yeah!

Narrator: If they can finish
before the competition,

top dollar at the dock.

There's nobody around yet.
This is your town.

This the saga town.

I think that it's
gonna all pay off.

You got to keep
the machine going.

Let's finish the job.

Nobody else around us.

♪

the weather's fighting me.

Oh, my god.

That's a big wave.

Watch it, ro. Watch it, ro.

♪

I just want to get
these last few strings in

before I can't fish anymore.

I don't want to go in light.

Can't stop. Can't stop now.
We're this close.

♪

oh, [bleep]. Watch it, ro.
Watch it, ro.

Watch out, watch out,
watch out.

Whoo!

Narrator:
This week on salty takes,

cooking up a storm in a storm,
on the cornelia marie.

I've got this slide-proof pot.

I'm just doing my best
to make sure that things

don't roll all over the place.

Then, you always have to have
one foot here,

so you can keep
this dog-gone pan thing

from coming out all the time.

We got stuffing, we got pastas.

We got a lot of butter.

We've got pepper for days.

Martha stewart,
you got nothing on me.

Narrator: Bon appetite, boys...
And girl.

The saga-bandit shoots
to the top of the leaderboard,

while wild bill
and the summer bay

have yet to get off the dock.

Narrator: As captain jake
struggles to fill his tanks

while in the grasp
of typhoon hagibis...

Oh, [bleep]. Watch out, ro.
Watch out, ro.

Watch out, watch out,
watch out.

Whoo!

♪

you guys okay?

-Wait.
-Everybody okay?

♪

we're good, we're good,
we're good, we're good.

I'm just shaking right now.

We could keep hauling here,
we just got to stay on our toes.

Narrator: The towering rogue
wave rocks the saga

with 40,000 gallons
of sea water.

My biggest fear will always be,
and I have nightmares about it,

is not telling
the guys fast enough,

and they get flooded
and washed out overboard.

♪

now let's get back to work.

Watch yourselves, here we go.

This weather is just perfect,
man.

Perfectly [bleep] up.

Look at this one, john.

Narrator:
As the typhoon turns,

the seas continue to build
beneath jake and john...

Watch out!

[ shouting indistinctly ]

narrator: ...Inviting further
abuse on deck.

This is getting old!

I'm worried about them.

I know they're tired
and I know they're beat,

but we know
what we can gain,

and I don't want
the boat to stop.

Narrator: Just 8,000 pounds away
from plugging his tanks...

You just got to stay focused.
Eye of the tiger.

Narrator: ...Jake and his crew
refuse to back down.

-Let's go, let's go.
-Yeah!

[ bleep ]

got to do what we got do
to get it done.

Got to finish like
you started.

Narrator: 165 miles away,

in the southwestern quadrant
of the storm...

Harley: Coming up,
here's the first pot.

Narrator:
With sig hiding from hagibis,

captain harley slides in,
knives out,

looking to carve off a slice
of the northwestern's pie.

Do it, boys.

-Oh!
-Oh!

Let's get something, barry!

♪

yeah, that's not bad.
A-ha, hang on.

-Look at that.
-Oh.

-Whoa.
-[bleep]

-whoo!
-Whoo!

Harley: Beautiful.

Sig milked that dog
long enough, it's my turn.

♪

good sign there.

Hopefully, we'll get, you know,
100 pots or so hauled today,

is what we're gonna
try to do.

Sticking out and fishing
in a storm, old sig,

he shared all his crab with me
and he'll never know it.

Oh, look at that!

It's all mine. Perfect.

♪

-oh!
-Whoo!

Yeah!

♪

narrator: 75 miles away
in dutch harbor...

When we get back out...

Okay, overhead!

...Hope that we can get
a good pick out of the gear.

-Hold that.
-Yep.

Lady luck is gonna
play a part in this.

Narrator: As sig banks on
the good will of the universe...

[ laughs ]

oh, man.

Narrator: Three boats get down
and dirty with hagibis...

All: Yeah!

Whoo!

That's a beautiful pot.

[ tongue clicks ]

[ man sings indistinctly ]

narrator: ...Earning every pound
of the storm soaked crab

they can pull from her claws.

Look at that table.

How can you not smile
when you look at that table?

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

These guys are saving
the season

by working through this,
that's for sure.

Yeah!

I think, by the end
of this string,

we should have about
20,000 pounds on.

Yeah!

Not a bad day
for the old cornelia marie.

As long as we get to the market
before the rest of them.

-Whoa! Yeah!
-Beautiful.

Yeah!

♪ I got the desire ♪

whoa!

♪ fire ♪

weather's coming down,
we beat the storm.

♪ take what's mine ♪

narrator: As haggis wheezes
her last gasp...

Come on, baby. One more pot.

Narrator: ...Jake and john
breathe the sigh of relief.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

[ laughs ]

-yeah!
-Oh, man.

That's a king.
That's what we want.

We're pretty blessed over here,
pretty lucky.

We got a good captain.

Whoo!

Oh, yeah.

Whoo!

Yes!

♪ I'm on fire ♪

we hauled 84 pots in a storm,

and the crew kept pushing,
and pushing, and pushing.

I'm proud.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Now, it's a race.

First one to deliver
gets top dollar.

♪ I'm on fire ♪

-[bleep]
-whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!