Lost at Sea
Patrick Dillon
On the morning of February 3, 1983, the <i>Americus</i> and <i>Altair,</i> two state-of-the-art crabbing vessels, idled at the dock in their home port of Anacortes, Washington.  On deck, the fourteen crewmen--fathers, sons, brothers and friends who'd known one another all their lives--prepared for the ten-day trip to Dutch Harbor, Alaska.  From this rough-and-tumble seaport the men would begin a grueling three-month season in one of the nation's most profitable and deadliest occupations--fishing for crab in the notorious Bering Sea.  Standing on the Anacortes dock that morning, the families and friends of the crew knew that in the wake of the previous year's multimillion-dollar losses, the pressure for this voyage was unusually intense.<br><br>Eleven days later, on Valentine's Day, the overturned hull of the <i>Americus</i> was found drifting in calm seas only twenty-five miles from Dutch Harbor, without a single distress call or trace of its seven-man crew.  The <i>Altair,</i>...</br></br>