Jack: HOPEFULLY, WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE

AND GO CATCH THE REST OF OUR CRAB.

WE DELIVERED ABOUT 46,000 POUND...

Sean: AAAAAAH! OHHH!

[BLEEP]

OH, MAN. [BLEEP] KILLS ME.

-JAKE! -[BLEEP]

Sean: AAAAH! DAMN IT!

PULL MY SHIRT OFF, PLEASE. -I GOT IT.

I GOT TO KEEP PRESSURE ON THIS THING RIGHT NOW.

Man: YEAH, KEEP PRESSURE ON IT.

-SEAN JUST STABBED HIMSELF. -WHAT?

-SEAN STABBED HIMSELF. -[BLEEP] DAMN IT.

OW!

-THAT GOOD? -YEAH.

Jake: YOU READY? IT'S GONNA HURT LIKE A MOTHER[BLEEP].

AAAAH! DAMN IT. THAT REALLY STINGS!

OHHHHH!

OHHH.

ROGER, ROGER.

[BLEEP] OH.

SEAN JUST PUT A KNIFE IN HIS SIDE.

I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY.

HE'S GETTING RUSHED OFF RIGHT NOW TO THE CLINIC.

Narrator: FEARING INTERNAL BLEEDING OR WORSE,

JAKE RUSHES SEAN TO THE CLINIC...

HE TOOK ONE OF THESE KNIFES -- A VICKY KNIFE --

STUCK IT IN HIS JACKET POCKET, AND HE BENDED OVER,

AND HE JABBED HIMSELF IN THE SIDE WITH IT.

Narrator: ...HIS PLANNED DEPARTURE ON INDEFINITE HOLD.

I HOPE HE'S ALL RIGHT. THAT WAS PRETTY UGLY, THOUGH.

BUT REALLY -- ACTUALLY, IT REALLY COULD BE.

♪♪

Narrator: AS DAY BECOMES NIGHT,

THE CLOCK CONTINUES TO TICK.

-BE CAREFUL. -OH, YEAH.

Sean: WELL, I STUCK IT IN THE RIB.

I PULLED IT OUT. IT WAS IN THERE A GOOD INCH.

Narrator: SIX STITCHES AND A ROUND OF ANTIBIOTICS LATER,

SEAN IS BACK ON THE BOAT.

Sean: YEAH.

Narrator: BUT IT'S YET TO BE DETERMINED IF HE'S LAME

OR GAME FOR THE GRUELING TRIP AHEAD.

Jake: HE'S A HUGE PART OF THE BOAT.

IF I LOST SEAN, MY WHOLE OPERATION SUFFERS.

I DON'T KNOW IF HE CAN WORK,

AND I STILL HAVE A WHOLE SEASON TO GO.

Narrator: WITH 80,000 POUNDS OF KING CRAB LEFT TO CATCH...

Jake: ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY. YOU GUYS READY?

LET'S GO.

LET THEM FLY.

Narrator: ...JAKE'S DEPENDING ON HIS VETERAN DECK BOSS

TO BE TOUGH ENOUGH TO TAKE A STAB WOUND...

AND KEEP ON FISHING.