Sometimes I think too much. I had an image of a tall lanky grey bearded sailor with weathered skin and a squint from looking at too many horizons. A guy with stories to tell of wind whipped relays round the Cape and frantic escapes from Somalian pirates. I wanted my Skipper to be like CaptainD! I was somewhat disappointed. My guy wore a torn Nike muscle shirt and shorts with flip flops. He had, however, been fishing these waters all his life. He said he could swim if he had to. That's a bonus!