In my teenage years, I went fishing aboard a long liner. I shared my shift with four intimidating Icelandic men. I usually stood by the line, making sure that

In my teenage years, I went fishing aboard a long liner. I shared my shift with four intimidating Icelandic men. I usually stood by the line, making sure that any fish that were hooked got inside the boat. During one of my shifts, under heavy storms, an absolutely massive knot came up. I tried to untie it, but ended up having to call for help. The Icelanders went to town on it, but did not make a lot of progress. In frustration, one of them screamed at me to go get the knot book from the captain. I ran as fast as I could. Up on deck, a huge wave hit, and I almost fell overboard. Got up to the bridge. Captain just laughed and told me to fuck off. When I got back, they had untied the knot. I never lived it down.