So, the cannery boss calls us in one day and says that Jacque Cousteau's ship the Calypso is come in to do a documentary on the migration of salmon and he's tagging us as their support vessel. Well, we all know who they are and in the maritime industry, this is what you call a real nice gig. A big deal, An honor, even. So we clean the boat up, everybody washes their clothes, make the galley presentable, and like that. Then the Calypso pulls into the harbor hails us, "Ermine, Ermine, zis es da Calypso, da Calypson, come in Ermine." And so I go back using my best pilot-cool-as-a-cucumber-we're-crashing-but-no-big-deal voice, "Calypso, this is Ermine, go ahead." And he comes back, "Ermine, Calypso -- where are ze weemen?" So I say, "Calypso, women crew the cannery, men crew the boats." And he says, "As it should be, Ermine. Calypso will meet you there." So much for cleaning up the boat.
Anyhow, here's the Calypso (a converted US Minesweeper) as she came in and then at the dock, looking for ze weemen.
Here's a couple of the divers, readying the equipment for the dive, later that day.
And here's the wait to load up and head out to "feelm ze wiley sal-man az he go up de dangerus strem." When they weren't chasing ze weemen, they were "dreenking da whyskey" or "smokin' ze cigareetes." Probably like a lot of celebrities -- the more you know about them, the more you wish you didn't.