1st time in 2007, we had a sleepaboard and hired a captain. The charter company sent us a bio of a handsome bronzed, strapping South African. Man the wives were excitied. First morning at the marina we're showering and shaving and this haggard dirty looking salty old dog comes in and starts splashing cold water all over himself. He says out loud to no one in particular, "Oh man I gotta shake this hangover off and ferry some VIPs all over the islands." My brother and I go back to the boat and sure enough you know who comes walking our way down the quay. We're saying "Holy Ship" and praying that he keeps on movin' on. To our dismay he steps onboard and introduces himself, he doesn't even remember talking to us 15 minutes ago! This guy may have been young and strapping once but he was niether anymore. Anyway we made the best of it, had a lot of laughs and stories to tell. Got back to the States and learned to sail. No more hired captains.
I hope he's still alive and healthy but I wouldn't bet my money on it.