Billy: So either we hang out here for a few days until it calms down... Murphy: But, cap, we got 60,000 pounds of fish here. What, are we gonna let it spoil and feed it to the birds? Sully: Yeah. I thought we were gonna set the market, man, make a killing.

Billy and the crew are weighing their options as they now have a boatload of fish, a broken ice machine and the storm on the decade in their path.