OK, OK, get another boat (I say as if I think that is either wise or easy).
I've not been a boat captain but I've known a few.
There was my uncle Felix, my father's older brother, the one who got to stay in school when the mother got sick (diabetes, died a decade later) and managed her care.
I liked Felix, the few times I met him. After he was advised to leave the California bar and did (I checked) (he had worked with Dan O'Shea, probably something to do with Selznick), he took to sea, and captained the Hawaiian Farmer vessel.
He offered me a free trip, and I wanted to go, but my mother said no. They were all busy trying to keep me out of the convent around then.
My dad had a good friend who was captain of the/or one of the subs at the bikini bomb tests, Jim Roche. He joined the jesuits thereafter and manned a church in the hollywood area of LA, Blessed Sacrament, I think. George OB and I had a short talk about that; if I remember he didn't like him. I have my own reasons, but I don't mean to disregard him.
Both of my cousins, man and wife, are captains, lower level, which involved some stuff with the kids. Bossy people, but they seem to have worked out well.
My business partner's son worked his way up re tonnage. He's the one who when manning a boat with sporty types, quit.
Don't trust me, I don't know since I wasn't there.
But he couldn't stand that the owner let the passengers use baseball bats to swat tuna..