Disturbed and moved by this reputation
  The audience none too pulled into this reality
Captain Phil Harris stood, over storm and crushing seas
  Joined in the watery hunt so deadly

So dangerous this short boat life

Far from land the pursuit
  Relied upon his strength and fortitude
Men, matchless against nature's fury and pride
  Though home to the Captain

He, who commanded Men and Traps down to the Deep
  He, beside the Sea and sunset behind him
In storm, a detached cool the Captain led
  This last journey of wetted wake of foam

Through Icy storms, comings and goings
  Over the sea'd mountains
Drifting, swirling currents
  Below the surface so calm, no storm

Awaits the catch, the prize

Screams in the Night on wooden deck
  They yelled hope and came away with nothing
Years added in the waning moments
  Only a passion for the catch

No rest, no fuss, the sea knows

This part of the world burning blue
  Yet Calm and risen, their lives full
But the Captain waits
  Visible to his vision, calmly calculated

In the long journey of his ship's wake
  The Captain clutches the Wheel
No tyranny pre-supposed
  No storm's rage is past, fables turned truth

For the Captain, the sea and its catch is Today

A watery battlespace of lingo and strength
  In the bath of their toil
The Captain, may He rest forever
  In the sea in so doing he died

We pray for his mariner spirit
He is the Captain now of the Deadliest Catch in eternity

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