Racist Fishermen Got BRUTALLY Fired By Captain Rick | Deadliest Catch

I don’t need him on my boat. He is completely done. We’re bringing him to Dutch. If I’m going to try to secure a better future for this company, I have to do what’s best for it.

Minutes ago, Captain Rick threw the discriminating crew member off his boat. No more second chances. The deckhands have been working endlessly through rough seas, but this one guy has been nothing but trouble — yelling, blaming, and hurling slurs like he owns the place.

Now the storm is raging, the tension is sky-high, and the rest of the crew can finally breathe without his poison weighing them down. Tune in as Captain Rick takes the hardest stand yet against hate because, on his boat, there’s no room for a liability like this.

The captain’s gamble? The crew is out there busting their butts trying to haul in 45,000 lbs of crab while one guy just can’t seem to stop being, well, a liability. It’s Captain Rick’s boat, and he’s got a crew with all the usual characters. But one of them — let’s call him the judgmental fisherman — is making sure everyone knows he’s the worst part of the trip.

And just when you think things couldn’t get any worse, Captain Rick makes a choice that leaves everyone speechless, one that could change the fate of the entire crew.

The goal’s simple: catch enough crab to keep the boat afloat and, you know, make some money. But every time something seems to go right, Mr. Liability, who just can’t shut up, decides to turn up the heat. He’s barking at everyone, pointing out every little mistake like he’s perfect or something.

“BW, you never showed up last night.”
“He didn’t wake me up.”
“Well, maybe you should have — imple — so you can hear an actual alarm going up and going, making sure everything’s safe on the boat.”

It’s almost like he thinks he’s Captain — which, spoiler alert, he’s definitely not.

It’s not like things aren’t already tough out there: bad weather, cold winds, big waves. Everyone’s got to stay on their game. But no, the discriminating fisherman decides now’s the perfect time to show just how useless he is.

He keeps messing up, making dangerous mistakes, and then has the audacity to get mouthy about it. He’s whining, blaming everyone else, and honestly, it’s just making everything that much worse.

Captain Rick’s watching from the wheelhouse, and you can practically feel his frustration through the camera.

The breaking point came when the fisherman, known for his prejudiced views, decided to start openly using offensive language. It was the year 2024, and yet there were still people like him around.

He directed most of his slurs at Jacob, another deckhand who had been tolerating it for some time. But it eventually became too much to bear. Jacob endured insult after insult, and the abusive fisherman even began making mocking, animalistic sounds.

“Get the [expletive] out of my wheelhouse!” That was the final straw for Jacob.

Without hesitation, Jacob decided to respond in a bold and unfiltered manner, putting the bully in his place. He made it clear right there on deck that he would not tolerate such disrespect.

The other crew members watched as Jacob stood up for himself, turning the tide against the fisherman’s hateful behavior. The event was a reminder that, even in modern times, the fight against prejudice continued — and sometimes, enough was enough.

Of course, this whole mess ends up reaching Captain Rick’s ears, and he’s fuming. You can’t just have someone disrupting the crew like that, especially when they’re also being a huge liability in every other possible way.

The captain’s got a business to run, after all. He’s got to worry about catching crab, keeping everyone alive, and now he’s got this nonsense to deal with too.

He tries to have a conversation with the guy — asking him if he’s been walking around naked, yelling slurs, all that garbage. And what do you know? The discriminating fisherman tries to deny everything or justify it, or whatever. Honestly, it’s hard to tell because nothing he says makes any sense.

Rick decides enough is enough. The crew’s safety, sanity, and ability to do their jobs come first. So it’s time to get rid of the toxic weight dragging them all down. He tells the discriminating fisherman to pack his bags because he’s confined to his quarters until they reach Dutch Harbor.

It’s over for him. No more chances. Rick’s not about to let one guy ruin the trip for everyone else, especially not someone willing to be this openly disrespectful and dangerous.

The tension on the boat is thick. You can feel it in every shot of the crew’s faces, in the way they move around deck avoiding eye contact with Mr. Liability.

The sea is relentless, the waves pounding the sides of the boat, and the icy wind biting at their exposed skin. But even with all that, the crew seems almost relieved. They know it’s only a matter of time before they’re back in Dutch Harbor and finally rid of the troublemaker.

Captain Rick keeps his focus on the goal. It’s all about the crab—making sure every pot counts. From the wheelhouse, his eyes are glued to the horizon and the radar, watching for anything that could make their situation worse.

He radios down to the deck, giving orders and trying to keep morale up. The rest of the crew is working double time, trying to make up for the lost productivity caused by Mr. Liability’s antics.

Below deck, the discriminating fisherman is confined to his quarters, but he’s still running his mouth. He’s shouting about how everyone’s against him, how they’re all just too sensitive. It’s pathetic, really—the guy’s got no idea how to read a room.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew does their best to ignore him, focusing on the task at hand. It’s tough work hauling in pot after pot, sorting through the catch, and resetting the gear. But at least they’re finally rid of his presence on deck, and that’s making things a little easier.

Hours go by. The waves grow taller, and the wind howls louder. The crew is exhausted, but they keep pushing. They know they’re almost to Dutch, and the promise of getting the discriminating fisherman off the boat is keeping them going.

Captain Rick doesn’t let up. He’s driving them hard, but they know it’s because he wants to make up for the time they lost dealing with all the drama. The crew respects him for it. He’s fair, but he doesn’t take any nonsense, and they appreciate that.

Finally, they see Dutch Harbor in the distance. The crew breathes a collective sigh of relief—they’ve made it.

Captain Rick radios down to the deck, letting them know they’ll be docking soon. There’s a renewed energy among the crew. They start moving faster, getting everything ready for port.

The discriminating fisherman, still sulking in his quarters, seems to sense what’s coming. He goes quiet, finally realizing that his time is up.

They dock, and Captain Rick wastes no time. He orders the discriminating fisherman off the boat. The rest of the crew watches as he stumbles down the gangway, still muttering under his breath. Nobody says a word to him—they’re just glad he’s gone.

Captain Rick doesn’t even look at him. He’s already thinking about the next trip, the next haul, the next challenge. He’s got a boat to run, and he’s not about to let one bad apple spoil the bunch.