Skipper Dale Pruitt stood barefoot atop the capsized hull of his fishing vessel. Bobbing in heavy seas, he steadied himself and assessed his situation. His crew was down below him in the water. The crew was his niece, his son, and his daughter. The t-shirt and shorts he wore would provide no protection against the dark, icy waters of the Shelikof Strait. But his options had fallen away quickly in the moments since he had sent out a mayday from the cabin of the foundering F/V Magnum. Leaning hard into the gale, Dale did what he had to do. He jumped into the Alaskan ocean. Meanwhile back at...