2025-11-28
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I knew in my head we were dying.
The last voyage of the Scandis Rose by Rose George, read by Rosalie Craig.
The Scandis Rose fishing boat set out to sea from Kodiak,
Alaska on the 30th of December 2019 with a crew of seven into weather as bad as anything December could throw.
It was enough of a shitty forecast, said one of the crew in later testimony.
I didn't think we were going to leave that night.
At 8.35pm, fierce frigid winds were blowing.
Some boats stayed in harbour, but the Scandis Rose still set out.
We knew the weather was going to be bad, said deckhand Dean Gribble, but the boats are battleship.
We go through the weather.
The boat was carrying 7,000 kilograms of bait and was headed north towards the Bering Sea.
She was trim, said Dean, and a good boat.
Gary Cobben was a good captain.
One of the last jobs before departure was to stack the crab pots properly.
There were 198 on board.