Sig Hansen Loses Steering With Typhoon Brewing! | Deadliest Catch

The hell, Anderson, I lost my steering.
Now what?
Drifting around like this, we’re sitting ducks.
Losing steering leaves the skipper unable to protect the boat and crew from the intensifying typhoon.
The boat drifts on her nose, and then the waves smash on the stern—it’ll shudder this boat like an earthquake.
Oh, what’s next? Come on.
Apparently, we lost steering. How severe it is, I don’t know.
Doesn’t sound good. It doesn’t help.
Weather steering in charge of the deck, Jake Anderson.
Right now, we’re trying to find out why it’s not working.
This boat doesn’t like to be drifting around like this. We need to get going here.
Oh, hang on, it’s the, uh, the pump downstairs.
There’s hydraulic fluid everywhere.
There’s hydraulic fluid. A check—ah, you don’t know where it’s leaking from.
Get everything cleaned up and then, uh, see where it’s leaking.
Okay, I’ll go down there.
So we’re just trying to find the leak right now.
There’s oil all over the place—you don’t know where it actually came from or why.
Jake’s under more pressure ’cause Edgar’s not here, and, uh, it’s bad.
You know, I’m—I’m helpless until we can get this thing fixed.
So it’s pretty much on him.
If the repair fails, the Northwestern will be rudderless in typhoon Nuri.
This is times like this, though, it’s really nice having that on board.
Not saying Jake can fix it, but now we’re getting slapped around pretty good.
So, our benefits of having Edgar here—this would be one of them in a crisis situation.
We can—[Music]—see me to relay anything.
Uh, tell them we’re going to change the gauge right now.
Is that where the oil’s coming from?
Yeah, tell them—pressure gauge, tell them that.
Dot, tell them that it’s probably going—we’re hoping that’ll work.
Pressure gauge, they’re changing it out.
He’s hoping that’ll work.
He does have a new one, right? Brand new, out of the box.
That means we have pressure.
That’s good, it’s really good.
Let me—this one—well, we got port, starboard.
Alright, so we’ve got the steering back.
He’s turning, see the pressure go up in the gauge when he turns.
That’s how we do it—work.
So we have steering, and not soon enough.
These waves are beating us to death.
So far, so good.
My fingers—so what happened was that pressure gauge blew out, and all the oil flew out of that.
Didn’t take a lot of loss of oil in there before we lost the steering.
Just amazing—one little tiny glitch, one little part, you know, stopped the whole thing from working and put us in harm’s way.
A lot of pressure on me—it’s my turn.
It doesn’t matter if it’s an easy fix or a hard fix, everything’s on me being able to.
Jake aspires to be—you know, I think he aspires to be as good as Edgar, and so I imagine it’s putting a little stress on him, but he’s handling it well.
Going to be a skipper, I’m going to be able to do this.
For some reason, we’re paying the price for bar—I guess we’re paying the price for that good King Crab season.
What I thought would be a fun season to go out and try is now turning into a nightmare.
Night settles on the Bering Sea as typhoon Nuri shows her teeth.
Today was horrible.
You know, oh, the weather—we thought it was going to subside, and it’s actually increased.
No, I think that’s it for me, man.
I can’t do any more of this.
Hey, you guys, that’s it.
We’re done, guys. Just tighten up the deck, go in, let’s call it a night.
Thank God, no—that’s enough, that’s crazy.
It’s just miserable—slows everything down.
It’s kind of how the Bering Sea works.
Basically, risking life and limb—this is just not worth it to me to take any chances with the weather and the fishing and mechanical problems.
It’s the right thing to do, you know?
I mean, we don’t want to hurt anybody.
While the Northwestern battens down the hatches, 85 miles east on the Saga…
Weather’s really picked up over the past couple of hours.
20-25 ft seas.
We’ve got a delivery date coming up—totally behind the ball.
We need to get on it.
First mate Jeff Folk remains at the helm in circumstances less than ideal.
What I heard—most of the fleet has caught their crab, got it all caught up, and we’re out here running around like a chicken with her head cut off, not knowing what the hell to do.
While Jeff mans the wheel, Captain Elliot Neese grinds it out on deck.
Everything’s pretty much a mess in his life right now.
I mean, drugs have got a hold on him—
Not a good situation.
A lot of people’s lives are being affected here.
People who do heroin—all their friends are the ones that suffer.
I think Mike truly thought that he was doing okay.
I’d like to think that he’s, uh, not going that direction, but not sure.