Synopsis

A storm was brewing, both literally and figuratively. The sea grew restless, promising a tempestuous night. On the *Cornelia Marie*, Phil’s condition worsened. Elsewhere, the *Early Dawn* sliced through the waves with a greenhorn at the helm. Tensions flared on the *Northwestern*, erupting into brawls amongst the crew. And somewhere, the Time Bandit sputtered, its electrical systems failing. The ocean held a darkness, and it seemed only to deepen with each passing hour.