This was taken during the Sitka Sac Roe Herring Fishery in 2011. It’s actually one of my favorite poems of all time. I have seen a few boats with this name over the years, but most have been yachts. This is the only fishing boat I’ve ever seen with this name. Here’s the poem, in case your not familiar with it.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.