60 days at sea

Photographer Stam Lee spent two months on board a Chinese distant-water fishing boat

 

On December 28, 2011, I boarded the fishing boat 29 at the Zhejiang port of Zhoushan and began a two-month long distant-water fishing voyage. I wanted to use my camera to record an industry that is unfamiliar to people back on land, and those who work in it.

Distant-water fishing is one of the world’s most dangerous occupations. A storm can sink your boat; you can be crushed under frozen fish; a snapped line can remove an eye. Members of the crew I sailed with lost eyes, or suffered accidents that meant they never made it home.

We set sail from Zhoushan and headed east, to the fishing grounds of the central Pacific. The voyage would last two years.

Fishing further afield

After more than three months of training, medicals and exams, I finally had the necessary certification to join the crew of the vessel, a longline tuna fishing boat captained by Zhuang Jun. The crew numbered 15 and hailed from Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Shandong, Henan, Sichuan and Yunnan provinces. Unlike me, they would stay with the vessel for the full two-year trip.

But the fishermen don’t travel such great distances by choice. Zhoushan was once one of China’s four major fishing grounds, but there are fewer fish now. At one time there were 16 species of fish were landed here in annual quantities greater than 100,000 tonnes. Now, there are just eight species.

Decreasing fish numbers aren’t the only problem – marine pollution and coastal industries encroaching on the seas have also made coastal fishing tougher. The Zhoushan fishing grounds are criss-crossed by cables and shipping routes; and agreements with Korea and Japan limit where Chinese fishing vessels can work.

There’s only one option now for making a living from fishing – go further.

The sea as captured in film or described in literature is beautiful and romantic. Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea might tell of the battle between humanity and the ocean, but it also conjures an image of a majestic ocean. But as the boat left Zhoushan, the distance between those ideals and reality widened.

On distant-water longline vessels, the main task is setting and reeling in the lines to catch tuna. As night falls the first tuna is hauled aboard to the delight of the crew.
On distant-water longline vessels, the main task is setting and reeling in the lines to catch tuna. As night falls the first tuna is hauled aboard to the delight of the crew.

Overcoming seasickness

Longline fishing involves spooling a main line up to 100 kilometres long out into the sea. Branch lines are attached to it that carry baited hooks, with floats to ensure the hooks hang at a certain depth.

So the main tasks on a longline vessel are feeding the line out, and then reeling it back in again. These boats tend to be about 40 metres in length, which makes them manoeuvrable but also means they rock violently in any waves. The first problem for a new crew member is to overcome seasickness.

I’d made full preparations, buying seasickness tablets costing 10 yuan each – the most expensive, but recommended by a friend. Despite taking two I collapsed, vomiting up the medicine and retreating to my bunk with a splitting headache, unable to sleep and hearing the cook in the bunk below, the worst off of us all, moan: “Just let me die and be done with it”.

The waves subsided on the third day. The captain ordered us all from our beds and out into the sea breeze where he gave us the benefit of his two decades of experience: “The only cure for seasickness is willpower. If you bring up your food, you eat more. If you stay in your bunk, you’ll stay seasick”.

The storm

The second test – fear of the storm.

The fishing boat 29 is a modern distant-water vessel. A weather report is faxed in daily but the weather out at sea is unpredictable and the boat is often buffeted by storms caused by localised low pressure, with high winds and waves three metres high. The captain will try to make minor course adjustments to avoid a storm, but if one hits while the lines are being brought in, all you can do is grit your teeth and face it.

At night it’s so dark on deck that you can’t see your outstretched hand; the wind’s howl is only made more terrifying by the lonely voice of the engine. Waves crash against the sides, over the deck, even the cabin roof, water sluicing down and into the boat. The cabins are in disarray, everything thrown out of place by the tossing of the seas, as if hit by an earthquake. Chairs and tables slide across the floor, then back again. I wrap myself in my blankets and cling to the side of the bunk to avoid being thrown out.

Some days later we’re all used to these storms, but one problem remains: the toilet. Each time I go I find it impossible to squat stably and give up. I eventually realise I have to choose calmer days.

…and not a bite to eat

If you’ve not been on such a voyage, you might assume the life is one of fresh seafood, sea breezes and sunbathing – much like a Hawaiian holiday. My experience was one of constant hunger and insufficient freshwater to wash with.

The fishing grounds teem with fish, but unlike trawlers, longline boats don’t bring up the full gamut of the sea’s bounty – no crabs or shellfish or shrimp.

The boat might catch up to two hundred tuna in one day. So there was an ample supply of tuna sashimi – delicious, melt-in-the-mouth tuna, like tender beef. But as I chewed all I saw was the rest of the crew on deck as the waves crashed over them, the whole scene one of sweat and blood. The catch seemed too precious to eat – this was the crew’s wages.

But I never got used to the food served on board. In a wave-tossed kitchen, “cooked” is as good as the food gets. I would sneak into the kitchen at night to drink sugar dissolved in water, to stave off the hunger. Sometimes another crew member would take pity on me and donate a few packs of instant noodles, but that soon became embarrassing – their stocks had to last them a long time yet.

Farewells and letters home

I’d originally planned to stay with the boat for six months and leave at an island stop-off to find another vessel bound for home. But a supply vessel we met with to resupply happened to be bound for home, so I took the opportunity to leave early.

Crew members sometimes move to other vessels. But the sea is rough even if there’s no wind, so the transfers are made by crane. After two months at sea I return home with the supply vessel, carrying letters from the crew members to their families.
Crew members sometimes move to other vessels. But the sea is rough even if there’s no wind, so the transfers are made by crane. After two months at sea I return home with the supply vessel, carrying letters from the crew members to their families.

When my friends saw me they said I looked like I’d done ten years inside. What, I wondered, would the crew members look like by the time they’d finished their two-year voyage?

When I left the fishing boat 29 I took some letters home for the crew, and had been asked to print off some photos of the crew to add to the envelopes. “But photos where we’re smiling, nothing that looks like it’s dangerous or difficult work,” they asked.

I often talked with the captain, Zhuang Jun, about how he lived. We’d often argue about our “ideals” – what would a reasonable and sustainable method of fishing be? How much money is it best to earn?

Nobody would do this if they didn’t have to make a living. More than once Zhuang, who’d only ended his last voyage less than four months ago, said “if you can stay on land, don’t go to sea.” Those were also his parting words to me.

 

Stam Lee’s collection of photographs of the Chinese fishing industry and its workers, Working the Angry Sea, has recently been published by the Zhejiang Photography Press.