Tuna Gods Sacrifice | Wicked Tuna

You know, I don't remember marking so many fish coming. That downline not bitin'. I have to catch fish because I have responsibilities on land. You know, my kids depend on me. I have tuition to deal with, so it really takes a tremendous toll mentally on the captain because everything comes down to him.

It's been well over a week since we caught our last tuna. I can't go that long without a paycheck. I got bills to pay, and I gotta feed myself, so we need to get a fish right now. When my dad gets stressed and things aren't really going the way that he wants, I know how to react to him when he's really frustrated.

"Dad, maybe you did, you need to bring back the pornstache and glasses! Thanks." I can do my best to try to lighten the mood. "You need to bring it back. Maybe that's a good luck charm. You really need to commit to this tuna fishing. Keep this up, you're going swimming. There are sharks in the water. They will eat you! Look at you; you got toothpick legs."

"Doesn't matter now, after human blood. Sharks only attack." I think that your fish. "That's right! Now, let's say I'm not going swimming until there's a tuna on this boat."

My dad is a big believer in the tuna gods, and everything needs to have a reason to explain why. In this industry, that's what it is. "Offerings for the tuna God are as follows: I'm gonna go swimming; we can pull you back for the tuna door before a shark gets you."

"You see the sacrifices I'm offering to the tuna gods? Brandon is gonna kiss, make out with the tuna! Can't say I've ever made a deal with the tuna gods to turn our locker around, but, uh, in times of desperation, you'll do almost anything."

"There we go, standards are set! Tuna God, I might even slip it a little tongue."