The ocean is vast, beautiful, and lawless.

I'm Ian Urbina back with an all-new season of the Outlaw Ocean.

The stories we bring you this season are literally life or death.

We look into the shocking prevalence of forced labor,

mind-boggling overf fishing, migrants hunted and captured.

The outlaw ocean takes you where others won't.

Available on CBC Listen or wherever you get your podcasts.

This is a CBC podcast.

The following episode contains descriptions of violence and sexual assault.

Please take care when listening.

I remember very clearly the moment I truly realized Clifford Olson had a wife.

I was watching Olson's hearings as they were reported on TV. The first time I saw Joan, she was coming out of the courthouse,

immediately swarmed by a scrum of reporters. She had short brown hair, thin, peaked eyebrows,

and looked older than a woman just in her early 40s.

Understandable, though, given the stress she must have been under.

The sighting of Joan came right after the cash for body steel became public knowledge,

and she and the son she shared with Olson were the ones getting the money.

And so the journalist quizzed her on it, right there on the front lawn. And she responded by

yelling into the crowd, I need to eat. Leave me alone. I need to eat. My honest impressions were

this woman is out of control.

A few months later, in June 1982, she presented a gentler side, saying this about her husband in an interview with CBC.

Hi, love, yeah. You don't turn love off and on. You don't turn your love off of a little child or even that you're teenagers, they might

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