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A few of us from our fleet chartered a boat out of Miami for the Bahamas. They supplied the captain and was he ever a mess. He was grubby, crude, smelly and drank himself into a stupor every night. Would you have any recommendations for the next time we decide to charter.
Jane and George.
Dear JAG,
You have just described almost all charter captains. I know this one, though.
He doesn’t look to good either -- he has a hook at the end of one arm, a pegged leg
and only one eye. I asked him all that happened. He said, “Well, six days I was in the water after me ship went down off the Azores. The rescue ship was steamin' on the horizon when the shark attacked and bit me leg off. The arm? Well, I lost me arm in a sword fight in Hong Kong. The eye? Well there I was on the wing of the bridge doing my lookout watch. I looked up, and a bird crapped in me eye." Astounded that bird manure could be so damaging, I asked, "You mean you lost the eye to bird droppings?" "Well, not exactly," continued the sailor. "You see, I'd only had the hook for about a week . . .”
Capt. Noah
Dear Capt. Noah Tall,
Do you forecast any change in the Alter Cup and how it should be handled.
Like the Old Way
Dear LOW,
Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
Capt Noah